The lines of frost across the leaves
Now deep within my face
And whence the once-brown hair had grown
The frost now takes its place
From Autumn into Winter comes
A chill that changes things
Beneath the dying leaves and frost
A seed
Of new life
Springs
in rows, the kites across the sky,
the families running, side-by-side;
the spring has come, with all its warmth,
the freeze has gone away, and died
as i, the watcher, go my way,
and whisper, looking back, “goodbye,”
for all i lost when you detached
and joined the other kites
across
the sky
Oh, to be a failure now that Spring is here again
To shine your feeble light until it dies
To bring your composition to a poor climax, and then
To lift pathetic voice up to the skies
Oh, to be a loser as the fields all turn to green
To realize that you’re nobody’s friend
To struggle just to have a thought, or say just what you mean
To get no satisfaction, in the end
Oh, to be in dudgeon as the searing Summer waits
To feel your boiling anger as it flares
To speak your truth to empty air and shake fists at the Fates
To act as if you think somebody cares
