Leaves

perhaps i've dispatched as many as are left on the trees
mulch they are now but more to come
the battle isn't over until next year maybe june
in the meantime the grandkids will delight in the piles
leaves offer resonable entertainment these days
around thanksgiving every year we would rake and race into
the piles of crunchy delights wearing their mass down to half the original
a semiretired multi-century cotton basket
made the perfect impliment for rebuilding the mound
on and on the day went until the leaves and we
were slap worn out
it hasn't changed much given the evolution of the transistor
some might say it's stupid neanderthal play
that's ok once you've jumped into a pile of leaves
the urge for a primal scream just takes over
bring your cotton basket and smart phone
if you wish

jrw 11/18/2012

 

Changes

search for relevance

awkward fumbling confusing lost

pertinent to what i have no clue

sit on ice cream churns manually cranked

the swelting humidity of gerogia julys

making the rewards worth my frozen ass

banana it was flavor of the day

beneath the white oaks on dusty ellis street

where georgia granite and mortar incased the

the knotty pine of my childhood home

gone now

progress they say

we always did want an underpass

and as the years flowed and southern railways

strung longer and longer delays for folks trying to

reach the wrong side of the tracks

change came

leaving me behind

searching for constance

in a world of crumbling granite

jrw 11/17/2012