laughter and tears
we were once shiny, undented.
had baby after baby with limitless
perfect futures. we had answers, speed
and never enough time. we
were accelerating. last night
fall came to this mountain,
the face of the grey man
peering through the glass. this morning
we sit beneath a weakening sun
the leaves blowing about our feet
like so many small broken things.
your hand is warm in mine, and just so
am I blessed — so little survives
beyond laughter and tears.
the trees across the river
draw down their blood in silence,
brace themselves for winter.
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