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Bye Love You

by William Huhn


Sunburned girl

who makes love so clear


touch; her skin will play


like air across leaves

above where she has led


you: to a grave.


Do not go yet. Autumn,

and she will be your dearest

one in her way


going along with you.

You will have all


the leaves from her hair


falling—to catch. Try

as you can, but she


likes them to drop


again to earth.