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that November fall

the fall is chaos

words full of meaning in a language I don’t speak
the fall is a time of tumbling down one way or another
one decade to the next
past connect to present disconnect

these things attached to smells

hues of
invisible bonfires
fiery sunsets
washed-out sunrise, sunset
damp-dead matter

gathering under crumpled leaves
that swirl around my ankles
or stick underfoot

decayed nests
diseased organs
un-eased thoughts

the end of autumn
the threat of winter
knowing that there could not be a spring
in this hospital wing

these fallen leaves help us see

what we will become
what came before the tree

safe to know what comes after

will be familiar without us