several turns down the road the
maple stood leaves believing in
leaves as if the world belonged to
leaves and I remembered what I’d
forgotten when a flame of fox
in the brown dawn reminded me
to tell the difference between
fallen leaves and stones as one thing
discovers another in red
autumn as one day discovers
another and the clouds fold in
early autumn darkness growing
though the maples were unfinished
and their voices glimmered when I
remembered what I’d forgotten
to see cross my path where I was
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 15, Issue 4.
Becky Kennedy is a linguist and a college professor; her poems have appeared in a number of journals and in a chapbook published by Finishing Line Press. Her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and has appeared on Verse Daily.
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