yellows and browns
and maybe some
that appear orange
fall to the ground
each November as
rain comes to April
and our seasons
pass without decree
as do the years
most frequently
leave the past behind
for someone else
as the bridges to our
future have yet to
be constructed yet
it is into the future
that we all seem to go
without hesitation
or thoughts of delay
as aging out only
happens once for us
and for that we
must feel fortunate
instead of losing our
leaves like trees and
growing new ones
every year and with
which we do no agree
on all things presented
and without a voice we
are merely human.
10 November 20
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