Friday, October 8, 2021

Down

Down near the Earth
where the Living all start
and the Dying wait their turn
patiently
like autumn flowers

It was down near the earth
that I awoke
covered in leaves and forest debris
chilled in the early autumn dew
and I said to myself
I said
"Not again..."

 

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