Evanston: leaves of men of leaves
Evanston: leaves of men of leaves
leaves of men of leaves
rustle in the wind
and blow away.
in my autumn mind
I rake them with my thoughts
into neat cerebral patterns
that descend
leaves of men of leaves
lie on the cool green grass
of clairvoyant glass
breaking beneath my feet
into neat cerebral patterns
without end
leaves of men of leaves
fall from the fallen trees
far from the falling trees
catch in the falling breeze
my mind deceives
into neat cerebral patterns
once again
1967
Thursday, November 15, 2007