4619. ALL THESE SHADINGS

ALL THESE SHADINGS

(autumnal)

So many, into one  -  all these things arrive

like a stagecoach on a blundering mission,

so much grand matter on a course of submission.

I enter the mountain town holding a new flag

marked 'Surrender'. And it is only my own

eyes that can see you. Let me enter the heart,

where these shadings will be my arbor.

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Time wears a vest, in its way, of momentum

and change  -  with everything intent on being.

We supplicate with open arms, but most of

what happens falls right through. Madness

is running the selfsame scam, in reverse.

Between the two, somewhere, we agree.

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Leaves are falling again from trees.

The dark lines on the pavement are

evidences of only the shadows cast

now of everything trying to hide

from the waning of the Sun.