At what point Should I confess That I only came here To witness the end of your world? I never intended To fall hopelessly in love With the Earth, as it died Or, especially, with you. How could I know Something fading so quickly Could still be so beautiful That I would rather not leave? […]
Take comfort, dear. Do you think it’s a coincidence Our lives are filled with cycles? Blink, see the external world, Blink, see the internal world. Breathe, take air in, Breathe, put air out. Jumping, Falling. Seasons coming, Seasons going. On, off, On, off.
Outside near my office in the city, another tree just quit. When I arrived years ago, there was one dead tree. I remember thinking it looked odd amongst the healthy, manicured ones that lined the sidewalks within perfect squares of dirt. The landscaping surprised and delighted me at first. It just makes me sad now. […]
