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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?
Tangled Magic 