Wind Taken
by Greg Gregory

They fall
like a rain of wings
like paper lanterns
like final kisses.

They fall
like tongues losing their language
like hollow cups of hands
like fingers reaching for the air.

They fall
like masks of light and shadow
like maps of lost places
like spent lives.

They fall from their summer flesh
like fingerprints of Eden
like spinning souls
like falling fire.

They fall
like fleeing husks
like fleeing illusions
like fleeing time.

They fall
like dreams, like sleep,
like changing selves
like a realization of Fall.


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