Monday, November 24, 2008

...upon this (white/wish)...

smallest leaf/biggest pile

sitting on the suburban

street waiting to be swept

away into the next pile

on the corner of Main

and not as main

(at this time tomorrow

the leaf, with all of its

hopeful joy and energy

will be disintegrating

into the winter 

like the white flash)

we wish the stars

good night and feed them

with our startled conversations

                         all the fiery little 

lights remember

is                      the leaf flew

up and up and up

until it joined them

in that same 

                         white flash 

                         we wish

at the sight of

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