No One Knows

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No one really knows the face

behind the garden gates, but

she smiles when the sun holds

her gaze. Eyes of ancient wonder

sing notes of blue upon the garden.

And when the leaves of fall crown her

gold, she holds it like it’s the last

she’ll ever know. Colors die,

cold creeps in, fades her into stone.

The flowers and sun betray her light.

She becomes invisible again.

Indifference

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She jumped, but the air didn’t care,

and the clouds never reached down,

just sighed, and looked away.  And she

tumbled, arms flailing, hair wound

across her motionless face.  But

the ground didn’t care, so it never

flinched when she hit, or cried out in

sorry, or caught her less broken.

The ground ignored her fall, her splayed

limbs and all the cracks that bled invisible.

Time didn’t care that she was frozen,

so she became the fall.  No one noticed.