First and Last

A day of fall,
windy
hazel leaves
dropping down
A book in my hand
maybe Jack London –
a guy working in an apple orchard
A bench hidden by the leaves
and I
walk towards it
to sit
A girl comes on
with drawings
her own
to sit
that’s it
How I did
write the first
and the last time
verses
about her
in her tongue

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