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.