a new year autumn

heard from the curb today, bikes and strollers and so many footsteps passing by. her voice and the harmony too:

you're covered in roses, you're covered in ashes, covered in rain. you're covered in babies, covered in slashes, covered in wilderness, covered in stains. covered in ruin, covered in secrets, you're covered in treetops you're covered in birds who can sing a million songs without any words.

i asked a silent question to each passerby: how have you wronged yourself this year?

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