I suggest you fall down in the leaves.
I recommend that you indulge in nostalgia
that causes breezes in your mind
and makes molasses of your stomach.
I advise you to emulate old people
lashed to totem poles of regret
who feel suddenly absolved
by the deaths of those they've done wrong.
All my troubled brothers...
don't do anything. Throw your utensils
in the garbage. Shout incomprehensibly.
Alternately, do what you want. Don't
throw your utensils in the garbage,
and stop shouting so loud.
PARDON THE INTERRUPTION