cicada shredding
Monday, February 26, 2007
Standing under the false safety of the shade
Shared by the over-reaching tree above
I remain still, and watch the leaves fall down
Seeing through them, and losing touch
I give way to reckless ignorance
And fall ungracefully to the ground.
In a blink, there is nothing left
As my mind puts it bluntly.
Hey, at least I don't have to put up with you, even for just a little while.
smiled at the sun again @ 7:46 PM,
