Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Newly Fallen

I found the leaves
neatly pressed in pairs and threes
between the pages of
the dic tion ar y
as I looked up
I imagined you there
in your soul soaked old man coat
(the one I mended with silver thread)
conducting a
silent gathering
of the newly fallen
as you flowed through
the arms of forest--
contemplating which
of thousands
to send
to me
to win back my heart
which was
never really lost.
I found the leaves today...

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