my feet adrift
floating into fall(ing) air
leaves changing form, faster than my heartbeat
all I want for them is to keep perfect color
reds, greens, browns, yellow
frightened by the semblance of seasons
ghosts silenced
remembrance of past coils, the present unfolds
breathe in deep
the cool air, compartmentalize the feelings
this one here, this one there, this one here
hold steady and look for the right of passage
a stark feather
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