changes


fall falls as predictably
like waves breaking on shore
it happens so cyclically
without needing much more
than to be as it is
we need not implore
this beautiful perfection
created to lore
silence. wonder. contemplation.

This weekend will lead to changes, perhaps. Or perhaps not. At least it makes me wonder how all the pieces fit together. That’s nothing new.

I do love meeting new people talking about the same old thing in new ways.

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