Awaken!
A walk in the mist
The morning after
A storm, tree branch
Bark, leaves litter
Wet streets, hawks
And owls stalk fallen
Prey and peck boughs
Seeking death, preserving
Life, slipping in and out of
Cloud cover and sprinkling
Drizzle, cigarette smoke wafts
Over morning coffee, softens the
Dampening of tired bones
And drifting thoughts,
Unfinished poems and
Fleeting faces, faded friendships
Reading, tracing, weathered
Inscriptions of one’s own
Epitaph, dates indistinguishable
Against the granite, some thoughts
Better left to the wind that sweeps the
Rain-soaked branches croaking under
Their own weight, accompanying
The boot steps punctuating the
Way, a pause, a break, a rapid
Succession next to a stream that
Gurgles over protruding stones
Jagged, yet slick and all so
Picturesque amid the treacherous
Footing should one dare cross.
Best to admire and move alongside
The flow than go against the current
Of life at its moment of transition into
Full season.
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