The Gravity of Demise
The Gravity of Demise
by George Young
can be swift
as a phone book sliding off
the table and crashing to the floor
or slow
as a brown, curled leaf
drifting down
to land in a still pond—
(that leaf shaped like a man,
don’t call that number anymore).
A simple truth wrapped in a couple of metaphors that rolls nicely through the mind. Not bad at all.