11.16.09

a fall rerun

Posted in words at 7:34 pm by electricvishnu

original post a bit of time ago

Let me get a grip on this day before
I give up.
Because the leaves (of hues impossible)
Are fallen, a revelation of
Truth in branches bare,
Multiplied in their
Outward,
Upward
Skyward
Spread

Six thousand crunches underfoot
And a smell almost metallic
Urgent like a last drive
(post pattern, seven Mississippi –
Hurry-up offense while snot dries in the wind that picks up while muted colors
Blue
Brown
Green
blend into early evening
as dinnertime smells drift aloft

each leaf is a different day
that has finally come to rest
in unbound collage
random misrememberances misplaced by the wind

in time,
soon, they decompose and one unbecomes one and
returns,
as the boundaries disappear
like
gray trees
against gray sky
over gray men
whose gray dog’s grandfather stood watch
fifty-seven Novembers ago

Faded like painted lines of a soccer field
Regret,
As I
Regress,
Idyllic disconnect
Lament is every leaf upon my car
(I cannot clear the strays upon my seat –
So I take them with me
In my intraplanetary travels
But it’s no use
Their crunch not never-ending
Orange, bygone

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