Everyone has those travel bags.
The doors of the car opens near the river.
A bow boat plays a long lone note
on the chordophone water.
Silence summons Autumn.
An invisible slayer sheds the leaves one by one.
Because you hide the smoking habit
you have been quitting since your wedding
when she calls from the resort balcony
you begin a wildfire. Soon the evidence of fall
all will go, leaves and land, devil's bridge and
the stones, even the sun. The stars rise;
in the black sky they are the cold bones.
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