November Promise
by jacob erin-cilberto

the old oak threw acorns at my car
dented the finish
so it looked like me
pockmarked and worn
still drivable though
like me
looks aren't everything
a smooth finish
is not inevitable

i want to fling the acorns
back at the tree
but that would be useless folly
the bark is already dented
and its finish
will be long
after mine.

i will be dust
on one of its leaves
until another fall arrives
and i journey on.



 


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