Around us the trees
They sway, bend, and break
A million of the populace keep
Making all the same mistakes
A porch, a bench
A pumpkin
A sunset watched,
then unwatched
then missed
then... kissed
Another town...
Dead
Another town...
to bed
and thinking
Are we holding this world or can this world hold its own?
Can this playground be mastered by mere flesh and bone?
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