The night was
maple-leaf in mid-October
when they had the
pleasure of watching those
maples leave and be
cast out of the heavens.
“Make a wish,” she
said with all
the excitement of a
child and
all the auburn of a
woman's lips.
I wish the sky was
always autumn,
he thought, clinging to
her in
anticipation of the
coming winter.
Act II
She cast him out one
evening: he
one lonely leaf
clinging to her limbs.
“But it's you who's
leaving me,”
she said with all the
cruelty
of her woman's lips,
calling
after that whirling
boy.
Act III
He lay there brown—
sneering at her barren
limbs
until he decomposed and
wore away.
