In Any Form

We’ve fallen, you
and I, not like leaves, to die,
more like snow, slowly
to accumulate,
melt and grow, someday maybe
made into a leaf.
We’ll reach with cracked skin
and cry, summed up by the storms
of our life, great drifts
in our memory
giving way to dawn again,
to the sun’s blue light.
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