each season is born
in its own fashion
like wild fires started by nature
or by mans' carelessness
they may die by natures watering
or be put down by human intervention
and so each day a new dawn
seeps out of the ocean
a new word pulled
from the mind
to dissect and disembowel
distend a letter at a time
searching to give meaning
that does not exist
except for the hand of man
which fashions it to his own cut
wearing it as a new hat tossed
today to the back of the head
or pulled low over the eyes
hiding the meaning
deceiving even himself
and tomorrow it may
end up discarded
or forgotten on the pile
of life's discarded things
