Change

Change can disguise itself in winter.
Wear it around like a fur jacket.
the hem covering every green speck in sight.
The sun sinks lower and lower
as you stop questioning the bright orange, red and yellow
and accept as distant a memory as deja vu.
Change can prey upon us.
It sneaks stealthily smirking
while we're sleeping.
Waking from the onset of a bad dream
Sweat beads swim down from your neck
swishing between the abnormalities
you'd rather forget.
The curve of the neck is dried off
like a new polished banana- shaped moon.
The black and brown bruises
breathe life back into the earth-less trunks of the trees.
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