Aftermath

ginkgo leaf

Aftermath

I feel like a river
so full I might overflow my banks
for years, so dry, now I am water, falling—
falling like the ginkgo leaves,
that lie scattered like footprints on the sidewalk,

so rain-slicker yellow, they are wet, oh
I had such a fever, once
I was empty as an old Halloween pumpkin,
scraped, drying, dry inside,
dying I was dying, I was lying

on my back, floating on the current
so hot the water sizzled when it touched my skin
I floated so long
hypnotized by love and the sky and
the fever’s fire

Once I was a wound, bleeding
Now I am welling up vivid as blood—
maybe I could be that red rose, blooming,
trembling in November’s
sharp teeth

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  1. #1 by Joshua M Swenson on November 15, 2014 - 2:18 pm

    Beautiful poem! I love the topic. Did you take the picture? Burst of yellow against dull brown. Very nice!

    • #2 by Elaine Olund on November 15, 2014 - 6:44 pm

      Thank you so much for reading and commenting, Joshua–and yes, I did take the photo (with my trusty iphone).

  2. #3 by Ellen Austin-Li on November 16, 2014 - 12:35 am

    Beautiful!!!!

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