will come near to us
on the other side of the day.
Autumn: a single leaf
eaten by light: and the green
gaze of green upon us.
Where earth does not stop,
we, too, will become this light,
even as light
dies
in the shape of a leaf.
Gaping eye
in the hunger of day.
Where we have not been
we will be. A tree
will take root in us
and rise in the light
of our mouths.
The day will stand before us.
The day will follow us
into the day.
Paul Auster
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