Robert VazquezPacheco

Rookie (March 16,1956 / New York, New York)

Falling Leaves On Rippling Waters - Poem by Robert VazquezPacheco

The fall always makes me feel Japanese with that
Beautifully melancholic vibe. The pathos of falling

Leaves and a sky that gets clearer as the air gets
Cooler. I think of fluttering candles with paper

Shades. Brushes writing in crisp black on fans of
White Chinese paper. Yeah, yeah, yeah. The swishing

Sound of robes on wood floors. Okay. Okay. So it’s
Get a little much, a little twee what with the tears

On the sleeve and all that crap. But what better way
To distract myself from the lessening daylight and

The yearly burial of my Hawaiian shirts. Sure I could
Wear them in the winter but this is not the Big

Lebowski and je ne suis pas the dude. The air’s
cooler. The daylight has changed. The nights longer and

Mornings seem too crisp for comfort. Give me a tragic
Love poem attached to a late season blossom and

I’ll sigh delicately wistfully breathlessly as I put on my sweater.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 28, 2011

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