It's nearly fall again.
Time to draw myself away,
take down plaid flannel sheets
from the linen closet,
wash them in camomile soap
cold, pruning my hands.
In this autumn time I will go
barefoot in the dead grass,
rain and dew on my small toes,
seeping up to my round ankles.
I am waiting for the leaves to change,
to brighten, to descend
to molt into this grass
where I will stand through the seasons
waiting for rebirth.
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