Transition
spent from supple green canopies
protesting shred and crunch
under pulling forged tines
disturbing made beds
into piles of crispy cushions
soon to plume; wafting
into voluptuous curling contrails
so delicious with
pungent acridity;
leaving pity puddles of gray palette
soon to slurry and wash away clean
by first cold rain
marking finality of
relentless transitions.
-Jerry Wendt 2010
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