Falling

image by Shavaun Scott

I’m aware of the irony
that the most beautiful time of year
is when the leaves are dying, just before they fall.

These are the colors I choose to wear.

For a moment I’m surrounded by red, green, gold
Is it a week? Less than that
before the rains come, washing them to the ground.

One strong gust can change things.

This week three friends and I sit waiting
for biopsy results, numbering the days of our lives

One strong gust can change everything.

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