
I stand here,
still in the
open air,
paused in
a lawn of
crisp, crackly
leaves. I feel
sorry they
had to die.
I’d feel bad
to crunch.
I stand
still in a
strangely
deep
sorrow.

Quarryville, PA

I stand here,
still in the
open air,
paused in
a lawn of
crisp, crackly
leaves. I feel
sorry they
had to die.
I’d feel bad
to crunch.
I stand
still in a
strangely
deep
sorrow.
