the fallen leaves

you see the admiral
without his sunken
vessel,
the mega church
minister, fallen
from the pulpit
the ceo from
the fortune
five hundred,
pockets empty.
a king deposed
a senator voted out
on their hands
and knees, clipping
weeds along
the sidewalk.
raking leaves
in their autumn
days. you wave
across the street
as you clip and rake
your own, as
always.