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AUTUMN POEM |
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by Charles Carreon The stars above us shine like a blessing ... Unchanging in their motion -- Which is not their motion, but ours -- no matter, If one moves, all move, and so The seasons change, and through the shifting days We strive to remember our names.
We walk a zigzagging line that meanders and crests Over breaking waves and even as we strive to make it straight It wavers and breaks apart and The image of a perfect moon splintered to a million shining pieces ...
There's no way to recreate perfection; It forms again of itself, like water settling in the palm of your hand There's no way to return the way you came. The way you came is gone, lost absolutely Where the waves kept rolling on.
Epilogue
When there's no memory to bind, The days come undone. They fall like autumn leaves, one upon the other; It does not matter, Snow will soon come to cover.
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