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Poem for Scylla

 

 

Sometimes in my dreams

the walls in my mother’s bedroom

are white and the leaves outside her window

are falling in slow, tender circles  except

I can’t put my finger on the exact pattern

one of them is making although  

it does remind me of a person

I met once who couldn’t

make her mind up about anything.

Anyway,

it shouldn’t matter if a leaf

is red or yellow or whatever because

there are laws that govern these things

except sometimes the  neutrinos

don’t line up correctly, and besides,

how else can you account

for the sadness between us, if not for that,

and the way the leaves always fall.