9.8.2025
IF AUTUMN COMES | TEN-PASS ERASURE
here
at the edge
ripped
by hail
struck bitter and hard
like refuse driven to one side
refuse to fall
to let go
refuse to leave
the gardenNOTE: Although this erasure poem took shape in ten consecutive passes through “Approach of Winter,” the line breaks don’t always map precisely to the breaks between passes. I won’t use up bandwidth or your kind attention by “showing my work.” Seek, if so moved, and ye shall find.


refuse to fall
to let go
refuse to leave
the garden
. . . .
A new Eden.
Lovely and gentle. Not using my bandwidth on chasing the ten passes. Admiring that you used yours to make this poem.
Not quite sure why it struck me as gentle ... but it did.
Well done.