Word games (revised)

We play
by text message:

yardang, lepidoptera
anacrusis, mana;

trading syllables
and spellings
and meanings.

I magine his face
as he speaks each
word, see him
smile as he
stumps me.

Are his eyes
or deep ochre?
or raw umber?

Is our time together
or ephemeral?

I search
the fallen leaves,
but find only
amber and cinnabar,
goldenrod and

You collect words,
he said,
but does he know

 I also catalog
each look, each wink,
each line on his cheeks
storing them
for the coming winter.

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