Hot Red Roof

June 7, 2009
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The leaves drop
Slowing to break their fall
As they near the hot red roof
Steaming like the side of a teapot
Doused in chilly water

Brittle, they crack
As they hit the surface
Tossed by the wind
Rolling on the tendrils

As they near a new destination
Breaking during their travels
Fragments turning gradually
To dust.

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