Leaf Story

By The Prairie Writer, Dave Bishop

The afternoon breathes itself to sleep.

A few old Shellbarks and the Sugar Maples

stretch themselves across the pools,

gently letting go, one leaf with each breath.

I can't tell exactly when an individual

touches the glassine surface,

I only notice that their drifting has ceased,

and a journey into earth has begun.

A ripple marks the moment.

[Hor Rule]

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