Upon seeing rhododendron leaves on my car (a poem)

For the record, I hate rhododendrons…

Ten thousand locusts
dead on the hood of my car

A portent of things to come?

Rebirth is a difficult process
none of it makes any sense to me

I simply stumble and fall
into the well

hoping that I come out
a changed man

worthy of calling myself by that name

(23 April 2015)

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