Falls Rustling in the Wind

Falls Rustling in the Wind

Fall leaves rustle in the wind like the day

You remember tangling with your school's bully

At the tender age of nine when you were in the third grade.

Note how they tussle in such a cyclonic fashion,

As if they were a couple of cats in heat, fucking.

You are a photographer.

You witnessing such "aesthetic" visions.

You are capturing these visions.

You want to be a part of them,

One with the visions, don't you?

But, it's too late. The wind's gone.