by William Burkholder

Created on: January 25, 2008

Autumnal Orange

Do you remember the broken cat-tails?
Cotton entrails blowing about in autumnal orange?

Do you remember the shoreline along that pond?
Footsteps kicking man-made sand.

I remember you, and your clear lack of lethargy.
As brilliant and as vital as the silver coins dancing,
yes silver coins dancing upon rippled ponds.

Smiling at that ray of an innocent face.
Laughing at those fumbling fingers in sand.
Finding cat-tails blowing about in autumnal orange.

Seeing it for the very first time.
Your discovery, your very own to have.

And I was just a witness,
Watching Cat-tails blowing in autumnal orange.

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