on
a dead end road
fallen
balsam cones
green
branch tips attached
rock
& roll when
the
wind calls
their
names
beyond
the eye yet within the ear
geese
make the long trek south
ahead
of imminent snow
clouded
eyes reflect a clouded sky
&
pain indifferent endless
waits
now
snow
falls
silently forever
canceling
shadows
subduing
all to silence
on
this dead end road
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