Grandfather poem

I remember when grandpa and I seeped
Into the woods to gather chestnuts for someone’s swollen leg
It was autumn
I never learned how to spell autumn until that day

Into the woods to gather chestnuts for someone’s swollen leg
We went, but skipped rocks into puddles instead
I never learned how to spell autumn until that day
The clicking, beating of colors against evergreen brush

We skipped rocks into puddles
We sculpted continents into continents with walnut halves and strings
The clicking, beating of colors against evergreen brush
It was our guide, steering us through no clear paths

Tectonic plates cracked pecan shells,
The word autumn and old sunlight
Under the forest, pebbles chattered, the sound of
Glass marbles inside a coffee grinder inside a little girl’s hand

poem by Indiana Pehlivanova
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