Autumn in Portage
You told me autumn in Michigan is revealing
hidden behind yards of transgeographic distance
watching out leaves muddled on pavements like
last season’s motifs jotted in a diary kept away from
others, you must have touched your hair lingering
around lobes, those cracked lips wanting more than
this feast of yellow and russet, the Red oak spilling
wine and the Aspen grieving over getting yellowed
birches standing like seasoned saints absorbing frosting
egos, this witchcraft of visuals, out of the car’s window
made the most of the sight, clicking images for a foreign
hand to touch your autumn, not you wrapped in warmers.
by Rizwan Akhtar
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