Friday, November 14, 2008

Friday, November 14, 2008: Cement Barbells, Rio

“The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.”
-Tennyson, “Tithonus”

Leaves, your last flare of red
blazes like an angry flame,
a dying star.

The fall is full of steady flame.
The wind blows out the red trees,
a birthday candle.

Metal imitates the fall
by oxidizing, rusting slowly.
An infection

Neither fiery nor fierce,
rust is a virus of time, of dust,
an age spot.


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