leaves
colored tea-stained
circle like a cyclone.
it is a transparent
explanation about how
nothing stays the same.
we sit behind the building
on a cold bench and exchange
idiosyncratic observations
about how brittle leaves behave.
we banter about the display
of the world to fill time up
because we cannot talk of love.
Gino's Sites
Urban Legends About Gino
- Warrior Poet NY
- I am Everywhere at Once
I welcome all comments, criticisms, and discussions. Since I moved over all my old comments are gone.
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