Tuesday, December 14, 2010


Autumn never existed here-
unless the oranges and browns of your face constitute seasons.
I watch the leaves still full of green float off the floor and
look for trees they never came from.

You are Autumn sun and I am
cloud not covering your face.
Fix brightness on the sidewalk,
hum tunes of California.

I never knew what Autumn looked like-
I imagine purple with red
like blood bursting from veins of leaves

Heart burns
Sun burns
You burn like Autumn never has.

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