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October 20, 2008

in the Fall,
I feel a call
to the leaves

not to rake
or gather
(though I will)

but rather
a burden
to honor them

I see them
floating down, winding
through the air

after an entire season
breathing in
while I exhale

and breathing out
what I need
to live

until they climax
in a burst
of color and texture

exclamation points
on the landscape

and their final,
last gasp of giving
is to descend

and turning
through that same air

one final show
of elegance
and acrobatics

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