I have seen the autumn’s lush transparent sky

Extend the eye’s small earth-bound world to space

And seal in fleets of orange leaves that fly 

Across the backdrop of its cobalt face,


Lending vaster motives to the simple facts of fall,

Infusing wheat and trees that flutter in its wind

With depths beyond the vision’s narrow wall,

An infinity where our finite hopes are pinned: 


But when I see the horror that the air contains,

The sight a prisoner of the blinded mind of man,

Ruin falling through the perfect day like rains, 

Devastation wrung from what in so much grace began,


I have to question what our eyes imbue 

With what in fact is only so much blue.


October 4th, 2001

March 19th, 2002

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