Fall's leaves are redder than
spring's flowers, have no pollen,
and also sometimes fly, as the wind
schools them out or down in shoals
or droves: though I
have not been here long, I can
look up at the sky at night and tell
how things are likely to go for
the next hundred million years:
the universe will probably not find
a way to vanish nor I
in all that time reappear.
Rapids
A. R. Ammons
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Poem topics: night, sky, sometimes, spring, time, wind, long, universe, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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