changes
tune like the wind
changing
direction in the trees
like
fingers through the hair
the
neighborhood quiet
mind
out loud
still
enormous raindrops
landing
in the eyes
watery
enough without help
struggling
to breathe
plenty
of air
around
each tree a yellow
ribbon
but the president
doesn't
care
hard
to think rationally
everything
is confusing
the
brain may
overload
and spill over
ash
trays shatter
when
thrown to one side
or
the other
how
many nights left
until
the wick is buried
beneath
hardened wax
makes
everything shiny
trapped
as fruit in Jello
something
fell over onto the floor
tripping
falling getting
right
back up
it's
what life is all about
nothing
concluded...
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