I looked into a puddle

so long that my leaves turned red

and fell away from me

 

memory lost its grip

arm wrestled its way

through the heartache

of morning and the next

 

time graciously accepts

and autumn disappears

with the lost days

 

I try to catch my breath

catch my reflection instead

promise to wait until

my eyes change color

and I feel a stream

beneath my feet

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