My friend wants to cut them off.
But I believe that nature can
Decide to drop these yellow leaves
When plant and leaves will amiably part.
As in drawings, I like dark and light
To alternate. I like lingering lines
That fade where line and page are one.
My friend likes dark lines that define.
I want a leisurely look at life.
He thinks life is work and must be
Paid for everyday. I will die
Of long disease; my friend of heart attack.
Best Man
Forward