Fall comes with a stiff breeze
Swooping across the lawn
Of this remote park,
Blowing dry leaves
Around my ankles
As I walk
The asphalt path
Wind scattering these
Leaves again
And again,
A confusion of feelings
Remixed into new
Configurations
I cannot always
Sort out,
New meanings
Too much of a chore
To figure out,
Only to find
No meaning in them
But what meaning
I brought,
Me, hoping some spirit
Will inspire me
And give meaning
To what has no meaning
Feeling to what
I desperately need
To feel
Fall falling over me
With each step
I take.
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