AN END

Is it ugly to you?

The sight of fading things,

dying things? Things

returning to the soil?

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Do you fear an end

like this? Trampled underfoot,

no one stopping to

smell the bouquet,

no one bothering to gaze down

at the flood of color

keeping the dull glaze

of winter at bay.