A Dream of One Autumn
by J. Anna Jacus

In the late afternoon a woman
kneels before another woman's grave.
She is laying down some orange flowers
on the dead leaves.  She is burning incense.
When she is done, she rises
and walks southward, past the trees
to another grave.  There is a clearing here.
She repeats her gestures, but with greater speed.
The sun is hot.
She is an old woman.

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