In the
dimness of the dawn
With the
sun behind soggy clouds
Like a
clown’s coat rack
All
the trees are glowing
The sun,
like a petulant child
Begs for
10 more minutes of sleep
What
is he dreaming of?
A half
day’s work?
The
wind, like a roadside Romeo
Persistently
whistles
The
leaves fall in love with him
Does
it matter which direction they fall?
Some
leaves aren’t colored
They
have lost all their hues
Are
they sad lying on the grass?
Like
soldiers stationed on a battleground?
And
every night the grass sleeps
Under
the weight of our world
With
bruises on its face
And tears
on its pillow
Underneath
that glistening rock
On a
bed of magic mushrooms
Lies
my former self
Gazing
at stars bloom
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