By Ed Higgins
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the calendar above my desk as usual at least a week behind lining through past days like wisps of breath silence of bat’s wings marking through the 27th I remember today’s our wedding anniversary startled past three anniversaries now died on April fool's day now there’s the laugh my purple marker crossing through the 27th. reminded you always had to remind me when the date was coming up stumbling over lost love audacity of the inevitable nearly incoherent like the tall maple tree in the front yard leaves now beginning to fall over-abundant madder yellows brilliant reds taupe browns more than the stunned eye can take in admiring them together labor of every fall’s spent leaves reformatted to spring’s garden soil in the compost heap another August 27th marked off
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