Synergy

Synergy

All night long, wind
whips nightmares
through the hazy glass,
sleep succumbs to terror,

half-ripe apples cling
hopelessly to broken trees,
sirens wail and scream,
But what matters?

Let autumn disappear.
let the weary year
shrivel to the length
of a holiday,

old people haggle
in their constricted worlds,
and every last leaf
on the aspens redden,

wither and rot.
I need no one
today, but you
Peaches,

caressing the shape
of my face. Sadly
poor us, neglected
like lost children.

How wealthy we are,
growing away from all that,
one door closes and another
opens.