For my grandson, IsaacOne year, when this fig tree
was small, your great-grandmother
picked the yellow leaves
before they could
fall.
(first publication)
Updates:“The Fall and Rise of the Autumn Empire” added to
Poems, Slightly Used.
In the
Forum: let not your trumpets be troubled.
2 comments:
Beautiful and gloomy (as Autumn itself).
Thanks, Rocío.
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