by Sean Urbina
The weeping autumn leaves swallow everything.
Abuela told me “Algún día, vas a extrañar las lluvias.”
We drank breezes flavored with dew & bittersweet respirations,
& the mourning clouds blew our bones misty.
Abuela told me “Someday, you’re going to miss the rains.”
We sung the woods a song of broken leaves
& the mourning clouds blew our bones misty.
Los arces brillan rojizos como su pelo.
We sung the woods a song of broken leaves.
The mountain fog rolled in with your smile, silent & brimming.
The maples glow rose like grandmother’s hair,
Mijo, someday everything fallen will bloom again.
The fog off the mountain, your smile- silent & brimming.
I hoped to see you smile against the landscape one last time.
I see it in blooms of memory, scattered in fallen leaves.
Y las hojas otoñales cubren todo, llorando.
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Sean Urbina is a current ACC student. He is a healthcare worker turned English major and an unapologetic New York Rican. He hopes to make his mark on the literary world with his poetry and prose. Find his other work in the editor’s choice section of Panoply.