Moments

Heaped together in a winter park

Raked together, willow with oak, beech with alder and maple

Les feuilles mortes,

You knew how I loved that Verlaine.

You are not gone

The moments you have left to us, are scattered all around

Surrounding us always, gradually becoming one with us,

Becoming many

Your fallen legions become the past, and the future

Endlessly

Alan Merrill 1951-2020

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