Thursday, November 8, 2012

Autumn


Do I see you today
as if I've not seen you before

The air of a vagrant around you
a voice barely audible
a pair of eyes staring out
at nothing

You keep smoking
your wrinkles pronounce
the curves of a sand dune

Embers travel deep into your cigar
one miserable cat seeks refuge
in a memory lane

I know you're the maker of a mist
that which embalms the emptiness
of willows

I recall myself running amok to hide
into your hollowness

You are such a miser
piling up everyone's desires
a child that cackles while it explores
its treasure trove

I question myself
how else could I perceive
your presence

a fiery butterfly
flutters in the middle of
deliberations

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