Now,
where was I?
That’s
right, it’s autumn here in Philadelphia.
Now,
how does that quote go again, the one about autumn? Think, Jon Spruce. Who was it again?
That’s
right, it was Albert Camus, the French philosopher. Now, he was an absurdist but don’t worry,
Donny, there’s nothing to be afraid of.
Every
now and then, even an absurdist is worth listening to.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf’s a
flower.
Zut
alors! He was right.
Season
of the tawny dawn, season of the rustic twilight, the brisk walk…
…the
green world’s final curtain call.
Now,
Jon Spruce, pay attention.
This
is how it turns. This is how it falls.
