Oct 19, 2022
1 min read
POETRY
She Sees the Leaves
She’s talking about the leaves again.
Red ones over there, orange ones, yellow.
I’m trying to drive.
Soon enough they’ll fall,
And I won’t have to hear about the leaves
Until next year, when this will all begin again;
I’ll try to drive, and she’ll be next to me
Trying to cause an accident.
