Staccato Note

brittle leaves
scatter along the empty street
stars wavering
in the chilling breeze
rusting and rustling trees
in the lamplight
waxing moon growing to fullness

I am a staccato note in time
standing before a universe
and an orbiting season
that will roll and turn and arc
long after I am gone.

A meteorite flashed
in the northern sky.

I am trying to capture something
but really this is simply about a moment
-me-
recognizing mortality
before a mysterious beauty and stillness
that rests behind all
a mystery I can feel and move with
but never grasp

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