(lies)

 lies

   scat ter ed   in the  wind

        like the leaves in   Fall 

 smooth   and    suave 

     they    drift  

              along Ella Grasso Blvd 

      as cars stir   with each pass  

 they mingle with the others 

           I wonder where they will land and 

   if I am skilled enough to     capture

              and    rearrange   them once more

“fuck it all”    I say 

           fall   where they will 

                walk     away

         without worry   or 

                        carelessly   

          rake,  sweep,  blow

                 into a pile 

       where I will just watch them 

                    burn