Yvonne Eve Walus

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Autumn like Maple Syrup

My autumn is slow of coming
The sand in the hourglass
of my body
is a sloth
I can’t feel
the sometime vibration
through the sweet gold mist
I’m bleeding
maple syrup
and red red leaves

a special kind of danger

the moon is new

&

there is a sliver of hope

dangling over us

tonight

it’s a special kind of danger

hope

&

it’s a special kind of dagger

hope

when its sliver hangs

by a copper thread

over our heads

tonight

the moon is a slim sickle

&

there is still a sliver of hope

dangling over us

Fallen Star

We gaze at the stardust
You and I
In the night sky
Of our “us”

Perhaps we were star fire
Once
You and I
Now
We are star dust

United our stars fall
But we
Are united
No more