How Must a Leaf Fall to the Ground


I hear the echoless thud
Of a parched leaf
As it falls to the ground
What I cannot hear
Is the proverbial thud
Of the tree where it
Greened and browned
Too, I cannot discern
Whether the thud
Is a kiss of reunion
Or a slap for non-affinity

How torturous does the shadow
Millimeter eastward
How agonizingly does the
Panacea called decay crouch home
Alas, it would have been entombing
Had the leaf been waxed
Had the soil been paved
The place should't have needed
A gravemarker

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