Fall Eliza Wyatt

Eliza Wyatt

Fall

a gorgeous butterfly bursts in my heart on a rainy day on train tracks that lead her away

from a horse that rears, struck through going in the wrong direction for

meetings

sketched in dirty water, I side-mirror her look again for a second-long

vision

of blood red sun yellow tumbling over this chain-locked dog ankles splashed with mud bicycling fast in the direction of

love