August

The plant next to the path
Grows tall and green and luscious 
Standing there in all its liveness
As I pass by and admire it day after day

One day in August I see it gave way to the heat
And its leaves are rumpled and turned down
And then, more days on, along the bottom 
its leaves begin to burn and brown 

And I wonder if that’s how we went
If someone walked along the path
in our August and noticed or if 
one day it was winter and we were gone

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