Wednesday, April 18, 2012

If The Year is a Life

From Synecdoche, NY--

If the year is a life, then fall is the beginning of the end:

Whoever has no house now
Will never have one.

Whoever is alone
will stay alone

Will sit, read,

write long letters
Through the evening

And wander the boulevards
Up and down, restlessly

While the dry leaves
are blowing.

"Goodness, that's harsh,
isn't it?"

"Well, perhaps.
But truthful."

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