ash

air is heavy shallow
questions gone at last
the willows I remember
all this wicked past

now comes the golden
time of dust and breeze
meadowlark and pumpkin
fire on the trees

all things young do vanish
taking guilt and pride
but some things wilt to color
I think of things that died

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