And for one moment
One perfect Autumn moment
I was glacial
Alive as the leaves burnt for the first time
In cathedrals of scarlet and amber

I pick up this exquisite structure
This unrepentant slap in the face of Entropy
This water that has run uphill
This thing of Earth which has been lifted . . .

I pick up this leaf
And fold it like hands in prayer
So that in the coming Darkness
I will know its fire
Near my heart . . .

Quixotic as ever

William C. Burns, Jr.
matrix437@yahoo.com

Be careful of the questions you ask
you might just get the real answer
Be careful of the wishes you make
they might just come to pass . . .

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