CONTINGENCIES

Ridiculous
how practical this

surfeit of color is—

how fall’s glamour 

goes so purposefully 

tripping on its own largess—

how a blanket

of leaves will super-

sede its inconvenience

and tends to do much 

more than just beguile 

or interrupt us; 

it also

just so happens

to shrewdly obstruct

our view of a future

wherein honey-

comb gluts

of frivolous leaves
no longer clog mind's

gutters, trapping memory

and insulating

whatever loud

homunculus resides there

from the functional

knowledge and

intractable glory

of its own pre-

determined—but still

untimely death.