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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