Thursday, March 31, 2011

4 chase street

come again;
we can talk of symmetry
you can contradict me
and i
would be subjective
while you
would use reason.
autumn leaves lie scattered
bare branches dark against the grey sky
we sit
in our circle
of reason and rhyme-
the irrational having no place
but sitting anyway
among what we say
and what we do.
recollections of a past summer
burns like something you once said.
you are winter
cold, crisp, clean
while i watch
wrapping my thoughts around
and pulling
with all of autumn

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