Elections: NaPoWriMo # 2



Elections


It is the first autumn of his eyes
the first time he throws down walls
that should never exist
so tomorrow new eyes
can hear the murmur of fading hearts
through the autumn glass
of leaves the color of blood,
the color of iron, the color of gold.

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