By Cheri Germain
something poetic about the flurry of
leaves that rain down on me
floating on the cold breeze that nearly
takes me off my feet
if i could be whisked away like that
floating fragile on violent currents
freezing rain like slaps to the face
or maybe just a cold caress
walk backwards down the street
if i face away maybe time will follow my
feet and tread backwards
but it is not the direction you face but the
direction you go
turned away blindly
moving forward obliviously into oblivion
forever
