AUTUMN

The crack in the asphalt
expecting the grounds to open up to hell,

the rain prior to the flood,

the bones growing more brittle before the bend
as if they had been soaked in vinegar,

the immense pain leading toward death,

the final breath
on the eve of winter.

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