green sage

jaded hope diamond
trinket
left to antique
in an unjeweled box
the browns
of the fall
less the range-red fire
and ripen fruit
has fallen
out of the basket
but summer is
just now
leaking in
under the sill
the children
are
walking their paths
away from
mine
the little one turned
green sage
leafs herself
saying
don't die until
I go

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