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The Fall

If I send you the red leaves of autumn

press them flat inside an envelope,

will you remember the Japanese maple

you climbed in the summer’s green?

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If I mail a postcard of a Studebaker

pickup truck carrying milk cans,

will you recall the Matchbox cars

you lined up on the play mat here?

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If I ask your forgiveness for all

my misperceptions, my withdrawal,

a mud pit of wracked emotions,

will you let the light back in?

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If I place my heart in the circular present

attach my faith to the hem of the garment

surrender what’s left to the stillness,

will the mirror show me my true face?