Covered

*Tiny Autumn Poem*

Autumn leaves
floating down
too quickly to catch
we miss our chance at good fortune
for another year
but it doesn't stop us giggling 
NOW
running between the oaks & maples
warming in the cool afternoon
golden light slashing our eyes
trying again & again.

Before we head to the swings
feet pumping 
I try to teach him how to get higher
his eleven year old body
without the weight needed 
to propel him
he twirls instead 
then launches himself 
Superman-like
we both enjoy the time:
him in the moment
me as if it could be the last.

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