Sawsall

The time

finally

Comes

That billows of snow
and small
evergreens
Yeild
Change.
Sanitary
White corridors
Yeild
To blue
then green
Wheels turn.
Cycles end.
New ones
Begin.
Only the blossoms
Again.
New life of children
Black and white TV
To cell phones
Apps
for the mind’s
Appetite.
Building
and destroying
worlds.
Dollars and cents
renew
depleted till
They fill again
Or close.
The persistence of credit
Treads of commerce
And loans
All the while
Only blossoms
Constant.
Laying out
Renewed
urban sprawl
Like carpets
Harbingers
Of elegant or pitiless decay.
Trees
Mostly renewing
Themselves.
Silence is a
Language itself
something
like time or
A strumming guitar
By the water
Speaking beginnings.

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