XXXIII

Beanings stoke all-around deciduous reactions,
shaking and flaking into the Autumn
as though nothing but leaves are important
once the fall classic has come to a close.
Veins through chlorophyll, now earthen–
trodden over and united with soil–fade
and shrink into worms’ mouths and scream
a muted shriek until completely inaudible.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children. View all posts by Aidan Badinger