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October Poetry - Blog Posts
-Anne Michaels, from "Infinite Gradation," originally published in October 2017
-"Gardening with the Son I Will Never Have", Ocean Vuong, Burnings
on fall
fall is a season for the lovers
transitory and fleeting,
never quite settling in one place or time
fall is never landing,
a leaf carried by the wind
pushed by forces outside you
to places you didn’t want to be, perhaps
but you find yourself there regardless.
fall is the gentle whisper of the breeze, transformed
to the violence of a hurricane
wind chapped skin, fingernails brittle, you fall.
clawing for something you’ll never have
praying for something you’ll never be
desperate to affix yourself to the branch
but you’re adrift now, and
there’s no going back.
fall is still falling,
after the storm ends
after everyone moves on and forgets,
fall is left behind.
memory trapped in a brittle, orange leaf
sliding to rest on the slope of a dying hill
“home at last,” it whispers, as it flakes away
“home at last”