Wednesday, October 27, 2021

Autumn Lament

 Published in Calliope by the Mensa Writer's SIG. Fall, 2021.

Autumn Lament

The boy skips ahead on the dirt road,
Impatient with an old man on a cane,
The dog bounding between us.
I point out the colors in the trees,
The hawk gracing a fence rail on the ridge,
The pink gathering in the west.
God’s artistry, I tell him,
Hoping he will remember.
But probably not.
And for a moment I imagine
This is still the country I grew up in.

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