Sunday, November 25, 2012

The Squeal of Packing Tape

It's the final red before the browns
but instead the leaves turn pink,
a shade that one can only see
at the edges of extremity,
where nothing needs to stay
for what sense it had has disappeared
and all things are allowed now to be strange.

2 comments:

the walking man said...

Happy Holidays!

Hannah Stephenson said...

A celebration of the strange and otherworldly, here in our world. Love, love, love that title (I can hear it perfectly).