Fall

Thick, dark air

and the bee’s heavy song. 

The cool front pushing 

the wild greentops back.

Coffins rumble 
in the storm.

And here comes night

so dizzy with the dance.

Children recite

the Failure prayer. 

A row of glass jars 

rattles by the door.

The Elders are bent

and waiting to ascend

in a room where time
is beginning to end. 

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