And here,
at the end of all things
of the valley
and the heart,
the brown is the leaves
and the ground,
and green is the trees
and the leaves
are yellow too,
and so is the end.
Diamond END over red.
And a telephone pole.
And an empty concrete river.
The ghetto birds thump.
The 101 roars with the trees
and so too do the leaves.
Leave.
I've been here too long,
I must leave.
