In Memory of Hal Falon

all the turns in pitchfork roads
that scarecrow up the snails and toads
and have us all relenting “should I have chosen and if so when should I have chose?”

issues that you can’t resolve
problems that you only solve
by trading them for other problems often twice as long and drawn out

pencil sketches accuracy
as much as the path of falling leaves
and all you’re left with after me is memory and intrigue to what could have but will never be

scattered ashes, lakes and streams
the ocean makes it easy to forget things
but by Monday you’ll be back at work, all refreshed for another year of waiting for next summer

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