Nine Ways of Looking at the Leaves

by bobbymillerwriting

I.

The calling of fall

leaves—winding down

stairs, walking out the

front door of her apartment

for the last time

 

 

II.

Crumpled and crushed

crunched satisfaction

echoing cyclical

anticipation

 

 

III.

Autumnal yellow and orange

holds down hidden grasses

homogeny of hue

questions on monotony

 

 

IV.

Eyes divorce

focus Monet

paints

 

 

V.

To be—but grass

and feel

the sky falling

 

 

VI.

Palm to palm

shaped

my passed great grandmother’s

hand

lain tenderly

toward a withered

dried out posture

 

 

VII.

To be young again and wade

in yesterday’s playpool

knee deep in

passing time

 

 

VIII.

As good steward

as any

who yearly feeds thine neighbor

detritus and thanks

 

 

IX.

To feel victorious

or ashamed

being the final leaf

clinging

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