"A Nondollar Dirge"
Thought love, thought death
on a causeway felt fine breath blow trees over
and felt them shivering cells within
felt a-quivering quills a-po’cupine
once dipped squidly inkwise
thought I’d write a corpse curve inward
but didn’t
saw the needles green trees pine
plummet, plump plumlike
saw life, saw death
thought nothing of ‘em
thought on
thought on a crow’s caw
swayed
and sang a nondollar dirge
‘twas all underwhelming
‘twas all underground
When winter went,
when winter was,
when spring did sprint into,
when spring was spent,
when summer suns
released their heat for you,
when summer lent
to autumn love
not fall did leaves, they flew,
when autumn bent
in winter’s blood
the world began anew.
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