Like a shockwave in slow motion
I watch Autumn crumble the world I knew
a month (or so) ago-

The clouds are overwhelming,
sucking up the vacant skies like honey
while the wind,
having only slightly more substance,
blows them, and me, and leaves
which cover the ground,
hiding it from me and me from it
lest we remember that we are waiting for one another.
(c) 1995 John Garnett Drummond

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