Hey kid, why
don't you
turn
off that hither-
and-
thithering—chatterbox
of a thing
and just
look up!—and listen;
aspirating
out from a summer's old
bag
of innuendo tricks,
—a tickling wind!
and
suddenly—
every fall
leaf in the tree laughing!
"Why go on?"
Now—look down
at that leafy
bramble
of burntyellow
orange stuff that's swirling
around
on the long-shadow ground,
and see
how it really
brings-
out the
true green—of every
miraculous damn crushed pack of Newport
100's on the lawn!
Why go on?
