10-13-2011, 11:03 AM
row by row these saplings reach for what the clouds possess,
shedding autumn leaves like crumbs. weaving through them students flock
in groups to bus shelters. some barks are thin as catwalk girls,
others full-figured, but all unite in nakedness,
male fingers of the sky unbuttoning each dress.
day flits between elysian light and geriatric brows,
grey clouds making cameos. perching in the bare branches,
like stuffed birds nailed there, are dormitory windows.
new leaves will obscure this view come the promised year,
humanity's dusk, which even college trees must dread.
shedding autumn leaves like crumbs. weaving through them students flock
in groups to bus shelters. some barks are thin as catwalk girls,
others full-figured, but all unite in nakedness,
male fingers of the sky unbuttoning each dress.
day flits between elysian light and geriatric brows,
grey clouds making cameos. perching in the bare branches,
like stuffed birds nailed there, are dormitory windows.
new leaves will obscure this view come the promised year,
humanity's dusk, which even college trees must dread.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe