In autumn
when leaves blanket
my yard
I hope
unlike most others
for rain
before I rake

The added
mess of raking
wet leaves is much
for it hastens their
decay and
olfactory air


I inhale my youth
forest floor of
Hanson’s woods
where she
and I would

walk and
where we once sat
on a log
surrounded by dead
leaves and
moldering aroma

everything that was
of me and
her smile has faded
but scents of
the earth
that forest

remind me
of a time when all
was right, and so
was she and
so were we and

now the
smell of decay
her alive

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2021

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