All’s Fall
two birds
perched on my balcony
jerked their heads around
squawked
shat on the railing
flew off
ash tree
changing colors
green’s gone yellow
all falls
baseboards
smelling like burnt dust
and stale heat
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Not when I see that nothing around us -no drop of water, no speck of dust- is every destroyed, only recycled, and realize that the same effect must apply to whatever it is that makes us walk, talk, think.
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