destruction is near!
I hear it in the bellwether news,
I feel it the sway of the autumn leaves
mockingbird has done her last impression
Billy Crystal his last marvelous
orange sunsets no longer taste like sorbet,
Maybe, it’s the signs of the times sweets
This bell around my neck
has me following others to certain death
We’ve cashed out on all this rain
after cut-out holes on cardboards
only a clouded temperamental sun
One last, I love you,
said, the crashing stone
after two birds died
Conversations will remain incomplete,
maybe, it’s goodbye
same time, tomorrow.

© Rafael Andrade Garza, October 12, 2008