I guess I number my years
By fall’s season, having
Grown through spring and summer,
Heading into fall,
Once again.

I guess I remember my fears
As younger, but, they’re still here,
Times 9-11, a raining season,
Backing into all,
Once again.

I guess I count my tears
Through fall’s reasons, living-
Dying through fall and winter,
Heading into spring,
Once again.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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