Of Leaves and Water
Walking down a path
Watching
The turning leaves
Caught in a fresh breeze
Go down to the river
Immerse
Scrub
Is it enough?
Can it be enough?
Clinging remnants
Plunge again and again
Till your bones ache
You are certain
“Good fences” is the creed.
But the trespasser comes
Particles
Dirt
Ash
The cycle has to begin again.
The new leaves.
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