Violet autumn
like a fire hazard
The hues and moods
of trees and leaves
released from branches
by the dozen
gliding through
a sighing breeze
to kiss the gentle waters
Purple pulsing dot
behind your eyes
after bleeding into the morning rays
View of the boiling inferno
bobbing around in the sky
Constellations
of experiences
Dots on a board
wildly connected
and the shaman ducks
lined up
on the flotsam
sneezing their way
toward oblivion
or is that just
a quack
heralding annihilation?
Consider all elements
in gratitude
Even the moon has
a poison pill
stationed at its galactic sore
and the sun will damn well
blind any fool
who forgets how to dance
after they’ve mastered
the art of falling
So I will stand here
as long as it takes
to catch a gift
from the maple heart
and blessed be
the plague of grackles
who come to join
the syrupy wait
Love is the key
and there are
several ways
to pick the lock
but only one true fit
hear the click
of my legacy
and reposing laurels
