Sunday, October 2, 2016



The Fall Is a Supreme Act
By Which Beauty Absolves Itself
Of Drama and Excess

The days may not be so bright,
yet the quiet keeps
dimly their shimmer inside
two of our enclosing palms.

Fallen leaves are growing dark,
but trees are lush in red
and orange in crowns,
sights and layers

that beauty makes
them wear and fray
and then drop
and discard

as they go nude
into winter—deeper
into eyes and silence
and calling shimmer.

As we are all—one by one.


October 2, 2016


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