Gardening with Ghosts

raking_leaves
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Autumn slips
through crumbling trees,
clinging to lichened limbs.
 

I watch you
from the kitchen window,
quietly raking leaves;
 

your pain
a red brick tick
in blazing bonfire eyes.
 
 

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