All the green got used up for St’ Paddy’s Day. I stroll the
side of a firm across from a city that never sleeps, the ground strewn with brown
from before the storm, the bare branches of trees showing the tips of buds,
like lips waiting for a kiss, desperate for the new season to come, the sun
shimmering on the surface of the choppy water, reminding me again how life goes
on when all else seems devoid, the river, this life, every moving towards some
ultimate destination, all things changing, all things renewed, even if at time
maybe too soon, as I become just one more fallen leaf as I seen redemption and
rebirth
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