TRAIN
Life passes by in a blur
Like a train speeding through the tracks
Leaving me breathless
Staggering to keep my footing
So I sit
And allow life to take me where it will
The dizzying days
Disappearing as fast as they come
Yet, amidst the blur, I realize
Now
I have not moved
No closer nor farther from wherever I should be
So I stand
Surprised at my sure-footedness
Finally ready
To run
--- or jump.
FALL (1)
I love the fall
Those moments of giddy uncertainty;
Teetering
The catalyst moment
That pushed you over the edge
And then all those moments stringed together
Pulling you further down
There is no rush - nor fright
Much like that of falling inlove. 
FALL (2)
Fall
I dread the fall
Yet enthralled by its beauty
There is charm in the inevitable
Those quiet unseen moments
That creep in between the warmth
Turning lush greens
Into shades of yellow, orange and red
Heralds of winter
When all things beautiful die
There is no poetry more tangible - nor pathetic
Than love fighting to breathe and keep breathing.
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