Brown
Autumn’s last fallen leaves
Crack and crubmle
Under the shuffle of steps
Echoing like the spitting
Of late spring’s
Last dirt-dingy ice braking apart
Making a way for summer’s flowers——-
Eighty six–her life is cracking
Breaking and crumbling around the edges
Reading her for the splitting into her rest–
Making a way for memories of her
amoung the summer flowers.
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Making a way for memories of her
amoung the summer flowers. …
Beautiful line !