Monday, November 10, 2008

Splash Down!

she perched herself near the cliff's edge
and watched fall's little persimmon
and ocher colored parachutes
drift gracefully towards the river below.

keen to join the slowly moving flotilla,
they raced to add their own splashes of paint
to the natural rafts already on parade.

oh, how they drifted and twisted in the current,
sailing over silent cemeteries
full of fallen comrades and
blanketed by dark waters.

decay in various stages, she thought
and decided that few things could rival
death's particular beauty
than fall's last hurrah.

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