The Something
by Laura Foley

Time to notice drops of dew
on every fallen leaf, to draw a finger
through the tiny pools of light,

to watch a body’s shadow
casting backward on the leaves,
to feel the sun’s surprising heat,

this late October day.
Time to feel the veil of–something–
The something that exists

between me and her, invisibly pulling,
as I sit in sunlight waiting
for a single leaf to drop,

and catch it mid-flight.
I can feel her texting–please bring mushrooms,
I want to make a soup for you.



Previously published in Alaska Quarterly



 

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