What have I “expressed”
if my words only stay long
enough to use me?
If “I” speak, why that’s
news to me. I always thought
it was just the wind.
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Auspicious, to watch as a single yellow leaf crashes to the Earth. It happens all the time, but only when you aren't watching.
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Emerald luster fades as each new year passes. Will it shine again? I look out as dawn reveals the trees, and I'm not so sure. The moon is always there, concealed by the sun's light. More patient than me. What else might we find, patient, waiting for the light to dim?
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Weeds were here before anyone thought to pull them. And why pull them now? Furrows ooze a thick, fertile scent. Can you smell it, on the tractor?
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A torrent of new faces behind the trees, lost for the forest. Hints are all we can hope for, unconcealed in the revealing darkness. Pretend, just for now, that to dream and wake align. Where does truth live then?
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Watch the leaves falling,
and say only that they tried.
Trite, to say, "next year!"
We inherit the
ruins inescapably.
And there we find gold.
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Broadly speaking - but how else to speak? About things? Or about Things? I didn't want to feel poems intersecting me to speak. Alas.
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Winter is the time for concentration. Howling storms; meditation. Seafoam air calls me from the ocean. Just a flavor of ion. Woods are not silent. Roots drink, insects crawl. Worlds stir. And traffic muffles.
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It was only a matter of time. Darkness fell, and I saw clearly. Words spoke me, and I listened; the darkness glowed, revealing. If you're quiet they speak to you, but not out loud. Stones stone, and air breathes. You don't learn anything from seeking. Wait, I tell you. Wait.
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Heat still thick at noon, but late cicadas gone. Now, emerald air hums. Could you tell, then, that summer was ending when the flowers all still bloomed?
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