Today's poem is by Ethel Rackin
What Befalls You
I could no longer stand the trees
when a stand of them began to blossom.
That summer was one of the best.
We were ourselves, miraculously.
All of a sudden fall fell, as fall always does.
Rolls of film went missing, and with them
something less detectable.
Say it was a severe season with the children rushing in
in great strokes of clarity, then years of canceling fog.
Copyright © 2013 Ethel Rackin All rights reserved
from The Forever Notes
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