swivel like leaves
trying to embrace
the wind in autumn spectrums
others may recall unending
words
"will i die?"
"will i live?"
but words are only sound
bursting itself from
those fine vocal chords
twirl, vanilla ice cream sundae
in your white dress
with your feet touching the grass
smothering them
and dirtying your soles
short hair spectacle
smile more
laugh a little longer
you'll get a puppy soon enough
and go to college stronger
impulses like trying to catch
buses you always miss
will be gone
stay
dont force it
lastly, weep only when snowflakes
touch your cheek