A Cathedral, in Autumn

It’s raining in vineyards and wine presses
the old town effaces
indigo written pages
spreading a smell of dying leaves
like ocean herbs
lacking identity

Cathedral’s shadow disappears
melting in the evening rain
an ant clings to a leaf
I slip for a moment
suddenly coughing wanting to wipe my tears
a willow at the edge of the road
opens towards me
a withered sprout eye

I stumble and walk forward

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