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THE FALLEN LEAF

The movement
Caught me
By surprise –
The colour,
Too,
I suppose.

I was walking
Somewhere
Behind my eyes
That day,
Not in an autumn
Wood.

I should have noticed
Change
All around:
The lack of birds,
The crunch of leaves
Underfoot;
But instead
It was only thoughts
Dancing
Carelessly
Through my brain.

Then
I saw a leaf
Come fluttering
Down,
Unsteadily:
A lost child
Searching
For the ground
And finding
My foot
Instead.

I wondered
If it knew
Anything
Of Death,
Or simply
Expected
Salutations
On arrival;
Assimilation
With its fallen
Friends.

And I wondered,
Too,
If I fell down
To die
Instead,
Should I expect
The same
Treatment
From
An already
Overwhelmed
Earth?