the official blog of Joel M. Toledo
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Things That Vanish in the Process
Kids in the playground. Sun
that pushed out of their bodies
an assortment of glee. A river’s
This suspicion that decay is a way
to ripen some sadness in the leaves:
the same leaving that snaps
twigs and allows for litter, copper.
The throat. A vigorous descent
of shadow, which is also severance.
Even that sickness called Consumption.
Much less everything. But not the tree,
never it, no matter