By Melissa Young










the raspberry canes lie
on the dry ground,
the energetic clamor of August
that drove their bearing
now withered against
the inexorable coming of October,
and its golden insistence that all labors
yield to irrelevance

an ultimate equality,
this inability to escape gravity–
assurance that all dust
returns to dust

the universality itself bearing witness
that all ground is holy


About Melissa Young

(Emerita) is a native of Utah and lives in Cache Valley, Utah, with her husband and three of her four children in their emptying nest. She has an MA in TESOL from Brigham Young University and currently volunteers with the English Learning Center.

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