Her Memory

Green, yellow and brown watch as they fall down.
The Autumn leaves of yonder town.
Hitting the ground gently like an elephant.
Let us go to Imax, seeking greater climax.
Ain’t nothing going to take this heart away.
Guide dogs leading the blind, force is strong
with this one.
Papier-mâché, china ware, somewhere in the hemisphere.
We used to walk by the river, till the day she drowned.
Now her memory is just a circus with a clown,
That no longer comes to town.