Let’s begin again, at the end.
From the window, watching you
twirl into existence.
The pup chasing the bees
chasing the shadows, trees.
Urgent blooming
spun back like glass
crunch sealed, ice packed
the wind curling
into the corners.
Pipes grind to a halt
dry leaves tumbling all at once
the dark day, the blue morning
dusk comes quickly,
Ginko now bare.
A stunned rose bloomed
right here in late October,
we are saying goodbye.
Now the luxuriant rolling valley,
willow bowing into the creek
the long stretch of promise
algae on the pond, goose shit
milkweed wishes, sticky pickers and blazing
the sun
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