ask the leaves

[thisnewday]

it is fall and i,
like the leaves,
am falling,
towards what end
i do not know.

perhaps simply
to the earth
as they, in their seasons
do, as we,
in our season,
finally must.

and then,
after that, what?
the slow burning,
only, as our dust
goes back to
earth?

perhaps someone
should ask
the leaves
when they're still
bright and green
and sentient
in the sun.

ask them
if they believe that
there's a place
where they will
once again
rise up
into this light...

LPK
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10.1.2015 (p)