08.09.14 - 11:50 a.m.

this time next month my garden will be fallow.
i will be older in the marked
way we age, my hair unnoticeably
longer. the leaves will have begun to fall in earnest.
thickening air, moist and chilly, will
hold our words aloft for a moment
before they dissipate into the mist.



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