a shriveled, curled leaf
fluttered toward the ground
as I stood, still, watching its path
gliding, curling through the December air
falling toward me,
catching on my suit jacket
ever so briefly, falling further
to the ground, lost instantly in the leaves
already there, joining its brethren
in the passage from life to renewed life
in the turning over of itself to the earth
December 24, 2006 13:16
about a moment on 12/21/06 about 2pm
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