Where we go

Creeks run, as leaves rust inexorably into fall and here I see you, delicately by water as a summer might last forever in me
- even as she sleeps

I knew you in a time before this year
further* than the hillside, where I walked away

Yet now, the woolly worms are mostly brown
like a coat you wear, which gently wears you because it is a softer way to remember her

* and farther