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What the colors say

As leaves dry and die
   their colors get more passionate
As we die too
   how great the depths of color
   fall upon our days
savage, more brilliant, lavish, grave
Anger needs a place to go
   Like love, don’t expect it to stay
It needs sound and swagger
   something grand to burn
strong, bitter, mercurial flames
Stripped from the trees like memory
   wild gradations of color
Love dims, love dies
   love leaves this life
Here are my turtle days
   My feet, hands, face exposed
But the rest of me seems safe
Without secrets
   nothing is possible—
   neither friendship, nor love
Placid on the surface
   below everything shatters
Though this life is so perfectly normal
   all the core vessels break

-November 9, 2008-