by Honor Moore
all that autumn you step from the train
as if something were burning
something is burning
running across the green grass bare feet
that day death was only
what we lose in fall comes back in spring
something is burning
from the train you climb
smoke between the skyscrapers
Paris was so beautiful, the sky–
all that autumn
then tears
Why do we do this again?
she turns to you in the kitchen
she puts her arms around you
she is wearing those red shoes
from: Red Shoes. Copyright 2005.
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