as trees lose their leaves
to regrow. Some things
in life you have to let
go of, as dust in the wind

so too, it blows. Clinging is
for vines. But not for
men. You can't make
a new beginning

til you make
a beginning's end.
Every green
turns yellow

or red. Every bough
breaks. And the baby
falls, cutting the cord
accordingly. Still wearing

the sap as the maple
tree. I'm losing my stinger
as the honeybee. That part dies
as it's left behind.