One spring, the new leaves on every tree came out in brilliant fall colors -- from pale yellow to deep orange to blood purple.
Everyone in town wondered what it could mean. Some said it was a sign from heaven. Some said it was a sign of impending doom. Some explained it scientifically.
As spring gave way to summer, the leaves darkened into a deep green that grew lighter as the summer wore on. By the time the leaves dropped off in the fall, they were all a bright and vital green, as if they'd just unfurled in a normal spring.
That was years ago, and now, no one can prove it happened or it didn't happen.
But everybody has an opinion.
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That's a really neat post...in a very odd sort of way. : )
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I think of myself in the third person:
[Insert Gender] a plurality of friends
Becoming our activities each textmessage,
Now going to the bank, now a withdrawl.
Somebody needs to get a job.
But there are no jobs, only more
People keeping you in high school,
Knowing who you are, what shit
You been up to, the government
Keeping tabs in cyberspace.
In other words, a beehive
Preserved for all eternity
Or until the end of magnetism,
Recorded language a heartbeat away,
A data base of free associations.
Mutability am I, Goddess of Trans-
Formations . name caller, womb
Catcher, shredder of all identity
Except as I shall tag you who
Inhabit and enthuse me.
[Disposable Poem October 3, 2009]
Dr. Mike
R.T.:
Faith. The unprovable.
It all depends on what you choose to believe is true, right?
***
Dr. Mike:
You know, of course, that resistance is futile. You will be assimilated.
Thank you for this post. It is beautiful and profound. And sad.
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