The dead leaves on wet grass
have no memory of the wind
that blew them there
or anything else they endured

As the broken cow skull
looking down with hollow eyes
has no memory of seeing them
lying in their eternal autumn

Only the living are burdened with that gift

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Raymond Huffman
Raymond Huffman

I am a retired entomologist/educator and have been writing poetry for a long time. It's only been in the last few years that I have taken it a little more seriously. I keep trying through writing to find new perspectives that reveal the layers of meaning that are always there, just below the surface of the obvious. I write because I enjoy it, and sometime it helps me understand the world and myself better.