sidewalk chalk, smudged
a van like his
The trees with severed limbs
still sending sap
to parts no longer there.
The sweetness clumps at the edges,
it can’t turn back.
The leaves fall like rain —
the sound of forgetting,
drowned by the hum of cicadas.
The scent of summer lingers,
I plug my nose and return home.
(09.05.22)
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