union hill

up on union hill the trees
bend graceful. colors glowing
with the message of the fall:
we still have hope. and while
the sky’s fair blue seems
questioning our choices, who
could blame her? life is strange
indeed. but here the golden grass
that rustles slightly feels
like silk against this
far-too aging

skin

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