That leaf
crisp and golden
Is it really there?
I wonder...
Rustled by the feeble breeze
just then
Was it really?
I ponder
This apparition wind
brushes my cheek
so cool
so calm
in all its tacit glory
Is it fake?
Is it real?
I do not know
That silver-headed man
in his shiny, new car
on his way to his office
air-conditioned
with a leather chair
and a buxom secretary
blonde, endowed
(no less for the king, you know)
Does he really want to help me?
Or do I just wish he did?
And what about that man
with his navy suit
adorned with a golden badge
Like a king
with his sceptor
His 45
so nobly at his side
Does he really want to protect me?
Or maybe he just pretends?
Perhaps
People come
Worshipping their fabric god of red, white, and blue
chanting their pagan pledge
Join us, they say
And when I do
do I mean it?
No
I pretend

04/02/2002

Posted on 04/02/2002
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