NaBloPoMo – Day 5 in an entire month of recycling the past because the present is just too, what’s the word — taxing?

I’ve not yet had a chance to continue working on The Girl Who Wasn’t There — today was not the day for me to be doing that, but then, it’s only 4:30 — there are still many hours left in the day.

But in the spirit of giving you something new to read every day (new for you, anyhow), here are a couple of timely poems:

autumn

                i looked and saw
                     you...
                you were crying, because
                you thought i was dead
                  the leaves had fallen all around
                      there was wine on your
                                  lips
                      there was blood in the air.
                           then i had to cry,
                          or laugh, because
                           i wasn’t dead...
                               only dying...

a winter’s tale

            genuinely
                fake leaves of
            Autumn fall swiftly
            onto my face, gently           
            covering me, softly caressing
            my cool flesh.  i don’t
            stop to brush them off
            of my face, as i lay,
            unaware, in a field
            just east of nowhere,
            and just south of everywhere,
            but instead, i lay cold.  i don’t
            move.  i feel nothing.
                        (Horatio)
                           i am dead.

           and it’s beginning to snow.
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