What Then


Photo: Ramon Guzman, 2017


What then

Of fallen leaves on sidewalks
Matted patchwork of crimsons, ambers, rusts
Faded chlorophyll

Of longer nights
Cool ponderous hours, minutes, seconds
Fading memories

Of an aging owl perched high in an Oak
Experienced eyes thinking, seeing, remembering
Fleeting opportunities

Of a moonless sky
Vast space, constellations, possibilities
Certain death

And continued rebirth



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