Leaves at the door
gathered in brown bags unfinished
as blows the wind
from trees
shimmering within
the fragments of brown death
, a prism against the lift
to open & carry upwards up
where leaves blow amputated
( closer now , like an orphanage, to their wiggling limbs.
gathered in brown bags unfinished
as blows the wind
from trees
shimmering within
the fragments of brown death
, a prism against the lift
to open & carry upwards up
where leaves blow amputated
( closer now , like an orphanage, to their wiggling limbs.
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