November 21, 2011
Cracked leaves
floating down
from fall trees.
Landing in the pond
with a grace I could never achieve.
When the light catches them just right
their colors look like they’re burning.
The sound of a motor
approaches on the nearby road.
Music pounding from the stereo;
sending blackbirds gliding in all directions.

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