why do we say “fall”

why do we say
“fall”
in love?

it starts small.
it’s always
small.
always a mistake
or something others
overlook. i see it

as something you find
on the side of the road
amid the crumbling
chunks of asphalt and
castaway things—
old dolls and plastic
bags—where the wind blows—
one blackbird
looking off
away from you,
peeling off the power line,
appearing
to fall

then flying

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About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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