June 23, 2010
The leaves
That lie on the ground
Brown and cracked
From separation
They are
The tree
That stands hunched over
Overpowered by vines, choking it, suffocating it
From loss of air
It is
The cloud
That moves at the wind’s whim
Distorted and pushed around
From the fury of the wind
It is

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