In deciduous forests...
No mention of forests, please,
Any more and chiefly
On these deciduous ones.
They don't exist
As we knew them
In summer and autumn
Filling their lives
And desperate hopes
In our collectible bins of hearts;
We shunt them; missed;
Now those who run
The faith nurseries
counsel us to dine
With tomorrows mirages.
No, the winter offers
A better dinner
Cruel, but wiser,
Factual.
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