Changing Leaves—Old Mill
Road, September 25
On Old Mill Road the branches
reach
Across this rural way.
The autumn colors now suffuse
The foliage on display.
I humanize those social trees—
Imagine reaching hands,
An older tree, paternally,
Explaining autumn’s plans.
The younger tree thinks death
is near—
His leaves, he feels, will
fall,
And is a tree without its
leaves
A living thing at all?
The father then reminds his
son
Of cycles in the year,
Attempts to pacify the child—
“There’s not a thing to fear.
It’s just the shedding of the
old—
It’s what we have to do,
And then in spring—remember,
Son?—
We’re lush and green and
new.”
But nothing is forever—as
All sons must one day learn:
A dark and cruel spring
arrives,
And Father’s not returned.
1.Dumb …
I know that he was looking
for a friend,
But I was not—decided to rescind
2.… and Dumber
I didn't get your text today—
The only way to mend?
Just build a time machine and
then
You simply click pre-send.
[prescind = to withdraw one’s attention]
Shakespeare Couplet: Romeo
and Juliet (2)
The families brawl in a
Verona street.
The Prince is angry—says it is
not meet. (1.1)
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