"Ode to first feelings of Fall"
The tiniest hairs
Along my arms
Stand on end
To go outside
Cool and wet
The world is today
The first cicadas
And dead leaves
Belly-up on the path
Flapping wings
Until beaten to death
Buzz buzz
Crunch
Buzz
The world is
Cool and wet today
A line of Canada
Geese
Going home to
My own womb
Spread the sky
Like a tilde
Above some señorita’s
Name,
like the trees:
los arboles
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