On Walking along the Sidewalk
It fluttered as it fell, although
the day was still and gray
A bird, falling like rain
Plunging into the abyss—
But it was a leaf.
A car halted in front of me
—Where is the hospital?—
Just continue straight ahead,
you’ll get to it
I promise
You’ll find it, in the end.
All roads are crossroads
We pass between stillness and motion
Destination and journey
Catcalls, quiet smiles, shouts of
hello
We meet travelers we may never see
again
And then we cross the road
Look both ways
If Death can see you he will stop
for you
—Or so we think—
Walking along the edge, the brink
Of the River of Time
The curb of life, short
And solid as it may seem
Is only a path to where the
sidewalk ends
The first leaf of fall
The final leaf of summer
Burns in its phoenix blaze of
unending glory
I will not die, but turn to ash on
the forest floor
Upon the bones of my ancestors,
The wombs of my progeny
And I will spring forth in the
morning
When the light is new
And the air is still
The River shall halt for me
And I will drink from its immortal
tears
And live—
But there is no time to spare
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