The Life of Leaves

Peculiar life pushes into brown bodies
that scrape the tile outside. A brittle leaf
is given action and moves toward the chairs,
but then quiets. Another moment and the leaf
tumbles away from the shade. There is no life
other than what the passing gust allows.
No life there, just the wind’s pulling, and the mind
giving life to the wind.

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