Fall-en  
by Melanie Claire Blinn Eulberg 
 
Sipping bitter tea 
while wind whirls 
and the willow tree 
whispers canary 
yellow memories 
she gazes 
beyond bent 
stalks of flowers 
through a garden 
empty 
as his 
promises 
and cracks open the 
window just 
enough to admit 
birdsong. 

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