Futility

Angry winds, rushing leaves,

Cold windswept streets…

Futility of searching for the

Last slimy worm

By the last tardy bird…

Before winter.

Angry words, rushing people

Cold windswept souls…

Futility of searching for the

Last beautiful thoughts

By the last thoughtful person

Before death.

© 1972

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