How ordinary is it to love?
As ordinary as trees let go their leaves
And trees have been in  habit lastingly
Each release, fallen drift in perpetuity

Humus we are, shaken ruinous
Discarded poet's words, what we fall towards
Words in decay's warmth, leaf mold's devotion
Piled fertilizer, condition's unreturned emotion

Yet, giving nutrient to what will bud again