This is Joe's third contribution to my site. - poetheart 12/11/02
When the leaves fall
And no canopy hides the hill
You see the cars lined up
For an event unknown
And then you realize
They are there
And they are through.
Then you see
Those wrecks and hulks
On every hill and flat.
They were used
For our convenience
And then discarded.
Do we know
There is no discarding.
by Joe Quinton