Deciduous

The sun leaves me oft’,
Flushed rouge with longing,
“Its heat and light are my life!
I yearn, ’til longing turns to grief.

Dropping off the tree,
Crumbling there underneath mammals
Feeding the insects…
Good. It isn’t about me anymore.

-Melanie Allen

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