Saturday, November 8, 2008

The Leaves from a Fourth Floor Window Saturday Morning.

I need to rush.
I'm in fear
all the yellow leaves will lose their grasp
before I can write.
Their brightness
against the gray sky and brown stone and cement
makes my heart ache.
A few take shelter on window ledges
or master the art of traveling as the crow flies
for blocks at a time.
They want to stay
for a little longer, I think
with my fingers crossed.

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