Leaves
written by: Richard K. Ostrander
@akaDick
Indian summer is a requiem for winter
Leaves burgeon in full color
Branches are barren elsewhere
Along the Blue Ridge
These many genus of trees, species
All these family of leaves, laying
I will miss their little lives
Forgive them their taking themselves back
I used to have to miss someone
It was an equation for the unrequited
Hopelessly in love with the hopeless love
The turning leaves their corpses a carpet
The knight in not so shining armor
To stand outside yourself in someone else
You’re own doppelganger gawking at you
After all your life, is it possible
The happily never after
To forgive them, yourself even
The leaves laying on the ground
Richard K. Ostrander resides in the Carolinas and the interstitial spaces of thought and desire, white space between words and letters. He has two books, "The Epic of Hell Freeze" and "The Metaphysician's Daughter" both published by BlazeVOX books.
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