An autumn mind

the leaves are still falling
and I sit, unmoved by the stale air's tumult of emotion
I am not yet charred, nor am I jaded.
every leaf representing the soul's locked yearning
questions never asked, thoughts in unspoken terms.
fire caged in marrow ridden bones.
terms of existence and physicality not yet defined
they have yet to be given breath
and the air swells
chlorophyll fades as ashes settle
leaves like dreams sometimes float forever
as the monster waits to devour
flowered dreams salinated in reality
a child's whish. decrescendo
from dust to dust
-Carl Brown 11-8-99

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