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Nov 2017
"The Fall"


the cool dark night swish of wind in the leaves
aching to turn into fall schemes of fashion as old as the hills
on this global earth ball of gregarious dirt brown damp cling
under the fingernails of all god's children of the acres green majesty
that does not end and has been is and will be experience itself
even to dogs who appreciate the trees and learn from them
seek them out as teachers learning how to act in accord with
dog custom and the knowledge of the new days sensations create
what we can only guess at in dog brains and are just unaware
as in our own brains a mighty swoosh of thought in the cells
tells the story since how far back we are unable to even dream
of the falling into the unknown which was necessary simply
because it is the journey itself that we are now somehow able
to push and shove and move around a little bit and its an
avalanche that forever tumbles never hitting the bottom because the fall
is the most important part not the where from or whereto
Mark Wanless
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Mark Wanless  mpls, mn
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