mid september, sky diving leaves
lay faded and scattered upon battered fields of green
abandoned bony branches once arrayed
as noticeable in the nude as they are fully dressed
twirl and spin, softly descend to death — and that is life.
in a room from the rear i look upon myself with rapture
and i can see the ocean all day
smokey waves, and branches that sway.
how does the jay capture the fly
in his zig-zag pattern and butter in his eye.
in such times, thought is distraction, conversation empty,
the span of a moment transcends time, venues vanish,
the breeze of flow, satin winds blow, strumming the trees to the sound of rest
as they toss, releasing their grasp of leaves
and i hear a whisper, softly beneath it all — hallelujah, Hallelujah!
By K.Osei
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