child, let go! Even the trees
can’t hold onto the golden
crimson leaves. As a breeze blows
by they lift off the branches. In autumn
they dance as butterflies

Let go
of the thoughts swirling
around in that head. Put them
to bed once and for all. They’ve
taken up a lot of space. You’d be rich
if you charged them rent for the place.

Let go
of this. Every woman has
her moment. But the moment’s
shed as a chick that lost her down. This bird
has flown and left the nest. You’ll not reach
the crest by holding onto emptiness.