Last glow of autumn light fills the kitchen’s chill. White cabinets orange briefly before darkness enters empty space. I take the last apple from the hanging basket. For how long after I’m gone will what I touched still sway?
Sarah Seybold
Sarah Seybold’s poetry and prose are published or forthcoming in Alaska Quarterly Review, The Dodge, Chicago Quarterly Review, LIT Magazine, ZYZZYVA, Arts & Letters, The Indianapolis Review, Great River Review, and elsewhere. She lives with her husband and daughter in Columbus, Ohio.