words spoken are like footprints
in the melting snow of heard.
understanding is then the walk with me
close at hand.
circumstantial is all around us
as the weathering in our surround.
listening is then following
one foot in my footprints
then the other.
eventually we make naked angels in the snow
and they melt quickly
from our body heat supplied.
our emotions are then muffled
through our shivers in snow’s exchange.
the meltdown takes all we had to offer
and makes it into a worldly nurturance.
and thus secretly we will become
part of the forest for the trees.
I see ourselves as next year’s seasonal signage.
for next year’s leaves will be partly made
of our watered down into an array.
we will then sing with our colors on display.
and when the fall comes
will land as melodies with lyrics,
so ready to decompose . . .
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