things I think while looking out the window…
Sunlight
playing on
Molted leaves

greens, once shiny
browns, soon to crumble
now, resplendent
Perfection
I can’t capture
now
words fade away
images outlast their first cause
the world spun, spins, will spin
and this perfect imperfection
which we love
is forever now
written 10/22/07
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