“A Leaf’s Course”

Piling up after a gust of wind
Lays a pile of leaves
At the riverfront,
Sneakily wading into the current.

Traveling downstream
It gathers along the coastline,
Creating everlasting fingerprints,
Kissing the waves of the ocean it encounters.

Infiltrating the silent sea,
Lacking any control and
Lending a hand to
Sea turtles seeking a snack.

Longingly wishing for greater adventure
Is the remnants left behind
Far from their origin
Except now, replace “leaves” with plastic bags.

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