THE FALL COLORS ( a poem for all seasons, and for Junior)

Fall colors in the sun,

blood reds, gut purples

and those oranges from

the napalm mix it up,

a dazzle to delight the eyes,

the haze lifted and the bodies

cell-phoned back home

so everyone will know

you’re having a great time

and seeing lots of colors.

And while you wait for

the driver to take a leak

on a copy of some book

one of the locals left behind

before the air strike came in,

you text a message all about

your day and the places

the driver took you to yet

didn’t know the names of,

not that it matters cause

you’re kind of tuckered out

and a little sick from all

the bends and bumps the people

who live up here never fixed

as if they didn’t want you

to even come here and give

them all the business.

How stupid of them.

No wonder they’re all

so dull gray-looking while

you’re waiting for them to turn

for you to give you at least

a shot at making them colorful.

It’s been quite a tour,

even the driver has said he’s

never seen anything like it,

and wants you to feel how

deeply moved he is when

you round a curve and there

up ahead, the shot of a lifetime,

and you get it just right,

and the colors…why…

why they just dance like they

could come alive and suck you in.

So vivid.  You’ll never forget.

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.

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THE FALL COLORS ( a poem for all seasons)

Fall colors in the sun,

blood reds, gut purples

and those oranges from

the napalm mix it up,

a dazzle to delight the eyes,

the haze lifted and the bodies

cell-phoned back home

so everyone will know

you’re having a great time

and seeing lots of colors.

And while you wait for

the driver to take a leak

on a copy of some book

one of the locals left behind

before the air strike came in,

you text a message all about

your day and the places

the driver took you to yet

didn’t know the names of,

not that it matters cause

you’re kind of tuckered out

and a little sick from all

the bends and bumps the people

who live up here never fixed

as if they didn’t want you

to even come here and give

them all your business.

How stupid of them.

No wonder they’re all

so dull gray-looking while

you’re waiting for them to turn

for you to give you at least

a shot at making them colorful.

It’s been quite a tour,

even the driver has said he’s

never seen anything like it,

and wants you to feel how

deeply moved he is when

you round a curve and there

up ahead, the shot of a lifetime,

and you get it just right,

and the colors…why…

why they just dance like they

could come alive and suck you in.

So vivid.  You’ll never forget.

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.

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Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *