Found in a ditch are last year’s remains
dried leaves an old prescription bottle
cracked & empty, a paper cup & on a
crumpled sheet of faded blue lines
a note from one heart
to another the ink has run &
before I can decipher the faded emotions
April snatches it from my hands & flies
across a field.
That lost message almost imprinted
An image in a cave before the last match flickers out
I spend the rest of the walk wondering
If the note read hello my love is a flower or
Farewell as Fall is calling me away.
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