Under the Leaves by Raymond A. Foss
Under the leaves, the stems the broad, dark-summer maples little pearls, half-droplets like upside-down bell curves heavy droplets stirring shaking, quaking in the breezes sliding down the stem, accumulating, falling little prisms, mirrors, if only for an instant before the wind, moving the branches the twigs, little by little, the leaves, sails themselves the droplets falling, the air moving this moment lost, so soon a glorious dance the falling of the droplets on my walk to the store this morning before the world is fully awake
July 25, 2009
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