Wednesday, October 04, 2006

As leaves to trees

Quite so
But even the leaves
Have time to grow
Flush against hot
Summer wind
And then yellow
And then die
Crinkled on hard
Concrete

2 comments:

  1. I think I chanelled a Ziggy.

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  2. Very much like a William Carlos Williams poem, I think.

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