Seaboard

days come and go

no stopping them

like leaves that wither on the stem

 

yellow they drop

no longer free

now mere atoms in eternity

 

we watch them fall

with them we go

flotsam on that tidal flow

 

a wave that climbs

into the sky

going none knows where or why

 

washing the stars

bathing black holes

dousing galaxies like blazing coals

 

is there a place

an inner core

where leaves wash up on some far shore

 

to live once more

in endless sun

greener than they have ever done?

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