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Writer's pictureElvins Artiles

Easy Leaving Times

Updated: Jul 31

You lie under hawthorn berries,

watch them falling and rolling by.

Watch the way flower stems

slouch with each passing hour:


(brittle petals that crumble

as you rub them together like coins)


it’s a terrible thing to resist the wind.

And there are these moments

you wished you could ask the sun

god to make the sun sit still


but he doesn’t;


you wonder why time rolls

like uneaten hawthorn berries;

in bed, hungry and remorseful—

then there’s night carrying you far.

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