Monday, December 15, 2014

the brown leaves roll crisply

down the street

elude the super's broom and shovel

and now as the dark part

of the year stabilizes and begins

it's slow turn back toward the light

the only shadows remaining

will be mine and they too will fade

once I am no longer a body

blocking the rays of the sun

once I am the motes that dance

in the unstoppable beams

once I am a mere trace of a presence

in the air of the bright day

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