when it came time to take your place
concrete cracking hissing heat
awakened the terrible peril of your guardian angels face
causing our half swallowed silhouettes to twinkle in the sun
and all the free hearts around and near us
to breach the silent territories between us
reborn on the snowy streets that forgot us
your half opened eyes spilling sorrow
sent dry flowers to the ground
forming drifts
in endless devotion to all your Autumns
the searching eyes of the season isolates us from this
and sends us through the window as still life
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