Wednesday, June 20, 2007


Season changing, the leaf unnoticed
(shrivelled and dry)
The life it once had, eulogized and laid to rest
(among many of its own)
You could step on its brittle being
(snap it crisp, into many)

Until you look closely,
and see it still breathing and alive
(Its color: proof)
(Its vitality: hushed)
(Its soul: unseen.)

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