While walking
Two feet talking to the
ground
Only to say
Like yesterday
All ears align equal

And paint the rain
A grayer color of blood
That's yellow
And I chase the leaves
They are falling
Until the last
And there are none

So scant the shadow
that hides beneath the tree
And tidal teeth sink
in the autumn sun

Where to trace outside
be made the last
to the end
so stripped
with tail-ends
and teeth
all gleaming
so scant where the shadow hides lo