leaves, part two

It’s all about escaping gravity, the lonely sound of horse chestnuts falling pinball through the tree branches. All around, our deciduous friends blushing, falling, to pieces again. Everyone has a bottom line and even the evergreens wonder about boredom while they urge themselves to root deeper. Thinking about how ‘pandemonium’ sounds happier than it should.

The apartment in the building across the way is suddenly vacant, the chandelier lost in the open space, beleaguered. You see, art is what’s left when he’s gone. He needs to go more. But instead it’s an itchy afternoon. It’s all about gravity. There must be some reluctant astronaut orbiting somewhere who would admit that sometimes it’s not worth the effort.