A Season Named Fall
a season named Fall
fall blown umber Summer burnt out
fall the sky’s razorblades
tin in winter bolt of leaves
rot bitter dying sharpen
true December steel—
fall entrails of summer’s Beast
scattered wound of summer’s Dog
fall, fall did I know you before—
did you swallow my eyes
falling far from the Sun—
how now to run?
With thanks to GH, EJG, CM and KTC.
Aman Kumar is a member of the Guftugu editorial collective.
Image © Saba Hasan.
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