from this week in November, 1971 (I was 27)
Everyday that man wandered in the woods
and he watched all that
happened there
but especially the leaves
which fell in time
and broke brown upon the
ground
He did not know what to
think of this
Some leaves drifted others
dove
That man watched while
seated on a rock
Reasons are alien to my
comprehension
he said to himself as he
watched the fall
And each day that man
wandered from the woods
with bare limbs and leaves
left still behind
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