Sweeping Leaves


As you leave so shall I also go sometime
Maybe along with sweeping leaves and snow
Or maybe when the first leaves burst
All the minds begging for a word 
Will leave the words upon the empty wall
To Life I will return one day and live
Like those who now before me have all gone
Whom live within my inner heart of hearts
To become mythic figures in my psyche
Perhaps to romp through dreams in sleeping dark
Perhaps to make me smile while I wait
Upon a bus that goes downtown to stop
Each day at a place called The Red Cup
Where homeless get free tea and water 
And a place to sit in the shade and rich folks
Pay twice for organic free-trade goods
Perhaps I will discourse with those bearded ones
Who, from wars philosophize about what life means
Or maybe visit the Mosque at St. Claire
And see what might be going on while I am there
Perhaps there will be visitors to see me
Everyday and never be alone the way I am here
I have no idea if all of this will become true
I only know that at this very moment I miss all of you
So as you all shall leave so shall I go sometime
Maybe along with sweeping leaves and snow?

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