By the Edge of Adieu by H.M StevensAmong the outside air
Inhaling fresh-open morning
through ventricles
through veins
The twined fall leaves
Give their last best attempt
at light
at life
Rusting red infects a forlorn green
Like a luscious dream-of-disease
And you, a few feet forward
Wind in heavy sighs,
Scatter into five thousand shades of brown
As a
tree
petal
waves
before
my
face
10/10/2004 Posted on 10/24/2004 Copyright © 2025 H.M Stevens
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