At Last

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When, in the autumn,
The laden trees bow down, heavy
With rain, they discover
A final, heady
Moment to share, before
Winter comes at last;

Spring seems long ago,
And, yet, all the well-tried boughs
Make no distinction:
Their buds once opened up
To anyone, showing it was
Light that made them green;

But men and women
Are so lost in transactions,
They've all forgotten
How to care; when cash
And flesh are absent, so are
Admiring glances;

Urgent conversations
On phones are not overheard,
Beneath the stark trees,
Bared by howling winds,
While we shop for last chances:
Losing sight of love.

When, in the autumn,
The laden trees bow down, heavy
With rain, they discover
A final, heady
Moment to share before
Winter comes at last.

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vrosej10vrosej10over 13 years ago
Maybe centered too,

But that could be just me. I really liked it.

twelveoonetwelveooneover 13 years ago
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This is excellent, my gut felling is that it would be better served if the first word in every line wasn't capitalized, but maybe it was done in MS word.

But men and women

Are so lost in transactions,

They've all forgotten

How to care; when cash

And flesh are absent, so are

Admiring glances;

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