THE GINKGO LEAVES IN FALL
They fall all at once
No wind, no catastrophic trauma
But just the season of cold
And then the circle of yellow carpet around the trunk
Sign of the life that was
Perhaps it is teleological fulfillment
Like a beautiful life
Heaven bentward
Leaving its neverending circle of grace
For others to mark upon their way.
Defiant victory against a company of fossils.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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