Like a table cloth
laced with an elegant

You hung.

The detailed weaving
of ice particles
formed beside your body

ever so still.

Your color fading
—You hold in this moment
—You gather in the sun’s warmth
—Every vein in your paper flesh
savoring life
mindful of the fall
that will whisk you away.

You live the essence of this season.

Trusting, you will be carried away.

The cloth surrounding you shall be lifted.

You will gather ‘in’ a 
banquet of plenty

where eternal tomorrows
will appear

as if a new and already lasting


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