Long
Song
Early
September
Under
a sky without clouds
A
field of dry grass
The
heat of the afternoon,
I
should be doing something
A
plane is passing
Almost
at the horizon
Where
the hills begin
There
is a path that is thin
And
narrow; a few use it
“I
prefer diets
That
are not too restrictive,
One
I can live with.”
Studying
the ways of thrift
He
balances his checkbook
Then
he takes a look
At
the tulips around him
At
the city park
A
doorway into the past
Where
all our fears have decayed
Free
from all dismay
Besides
the frozen river
A
fox stops to gaze
At
two lovers both unfazed
By
the inclement weather
It
seems forever,
Rain
has fallen all month long
And
now the clouds part
Above
the abandoned mart
A
full moon that’s extra bright
And
then there’s the sight
Of
numberless autumn leaves
Swept
up by a breeze
She
is tense and ill-at-ease
From
a weird, disturbing dream
Things
aren’t what they seem,
Nothing
on this earth will last,
Scattered
by time’s blast
Things
vanish into the past
Echoes
that we can’t recall
But
before they fall
Apple
blossoms in the dawn
In
the open field
A
steady wind has revealed
The
touch of eternity’s song
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