that sweetness

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there’s always that moment when the Fall turns,
like a lady that caught sight of your curious eye.
like you, years later, suddenly remembering.

before that time, who takes note of the trees?
and after, they sigh in that drama of decay,
like old lips with too much to say.

but right then, when limbs catch the wind
like lovers reunited, and we drop all things—
clothes, tears, our sense of time—

it’s then that the leaves fall lightly, as if jarred,
and we pause, suddenly full of insensible little things
not yet brittle, like a first memory

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