PartingWords
Photograph by Corey Kohn

Waking to ochre birch leaves
sinking in the blue undersea of dawn,

I swim in the same currents,
needing nothing.

Later I’ll forget this,
and mourn the end of autumn.

What’s left to be said
about being human?

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