published in Twig, Seattle Washington

new year.

Ned Hayes

Rosh Hashanah comes
      this year
on a day of cool wind,

a breathtaking
portent of winter

taking the world, rude lover
      tossing
the sheets away.

in autumn
the sadness of all things

is greatest
      for now
the world was created.

the new fruit, shot through
with decay:

birthed in the same
      moment,
the racing seed and
            the worm.

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