Season

 

 

 

The earth has

turned again

 

I feel its pull

weighty:

 

all night you

lie with me

 

chasing acid

fields, till dawn.

 

We share these

dreams of

 

summer seas,

 

beaches burning

hot, too hot

 

on tender feet.

 

Back then

we juggled

 

broken hearts,

 

now we listen

for their beat

 

expecting breath

to fall apart.

 

Leaves lie brittle

on the lawn,

 

your hair so white

I think of

 

Christmas songs.

your bones snap

 

the kestrel rises

on the wind

 

we’re lost in

misplaced memory

 

trying to sketch

the pathway.

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