thoughts of leaves

The reds are softened by grays this year
as if some azure dye stains eyes . . .

move along; there’s nothing to see here

cars file along the freeway
blind to the possibility
that all this could be flame
instead it is commuter dead red
in the D390 series
a very popular tint this year . . .

move along; there’s nothing to see here

tourists soon decide to drop into the box store
inside which are truly fabulous leaf displays
engineered in Taiwanese designer cells
for the season’s real reality . . .

move along; there’s nothing to see here

Sit in your cubicle and imagine
leaves shimmering rustling singing
or whatever they do . . .

move along; there’s nothing to see here

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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