Kicking Leaves

(27th of August, 2015)

Is it not odd 
That happiness is
Crushing the year's 
Shed skin
Under our feet
Time is nothing 
But edge
The comfort of rubbing 
Aplastic bag 
Against your face

Dust-kissed eyelids
Leaves swirl 
The wind trips 
Over itself 
We raise it up 

Like a magic 
Mantle of childhood
A temporary embrace
That we kick our way into