Into the Crack


2.
My memory gardener cut off 
the branches, and leaves before the autumn 
changes to winter.

And I might know that this winter will give him
the long holiday.

And I wait for that long silence, as you might do.

Someday we will look back on those leafless things,
recalling such memories, and sticking new memories on them.

Seeing such a meaningless form, the remnant emotions
will hover around the edges of life.