“they’re waiting
cameras in hand”,
said the elm to the maple.
“ feel their longing
for the grand color reveal”?
but what if?
what if this year
we expose a more softened
parade of yellows and reds?
what if this year
the amateur photographers
turn to gimmicky filters
in order to capture
memories of past,
not seeing the beauty
of the isness.
what if they don’t describe
us as spectacular?
have their eyes grown dim
along with their hearts?
a.c.tomasulo
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