The Corresponding Breeze

 

A great poet
once wrote of autumn leaves
and I am convinced
by the language of the wind
that he was speaking of leaves
and not of fallen soldiers
or their wives
and today, I too write of autumn leaves
and I am convinced
by the language of the wind
that I am speaking of fallen soldiers
and their wives
and of nothing of leaves at all
 
 
 
 
 
copyright 2001, Frank Messina

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