Petra (Tasha) Klein The 2River View, 5.2 (Winter 2001)

In the Thin Light of November

Trees made to relinquish their color,
stand, stick fingers in cold wind

A black bird sits on bent branch
cawing again and again

Below, a stray dog watches him
with sick uncomprehending eyes

Oh, world of air, transparent,
fleeting breath,
How quickly, quickly,
we move towards our death.

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