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Autumnal Handprints MAG

By Anonymous

   Waves of dried, brown handprints crinkle under my chestnut

leather capped toes

Rustle

Crunch

Whisper

I reply

Why did you have so many hands to begin with, maple dear?

You wanted to cradle a piece of sky in your bark-cloaked

fingers?

But you should've known;

the wind can't be bottled;

it will struggle to swirl, be free,

and it will pluck off your red (once green), windburned

hands,

for them to be shoved and raked

into curbside piles

and paint patterns on the dusty, gray sidewalk.





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