| i. like generations of men at war
ii. not in twos or threes, but like whole maples
losing
their gilt in one undulating day
iii. like children, leaving home
iv. like butterflies gusting in a lifting wind--
just
over your head,
just
beyond your hand
v. like the reddened applause
--autumn
moving in
vi. like the death of your grandfather
vii. like comets trailing our atmosphere,
leaving
falling stars
viii. like silent prayers for a world of peace
ix. like the fateful curve of an egg
x. like rainbows, offering their many colors
xi. like old lovers, faces aging in yellowing photographs
xii. like concertos dropping modulated notes in air
xiii. like the world itself, turning life and death
in
this ambiguous dance, our home
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