THERE SHE BLOWS,HITHER AND TITHER,NO BURDEN TO THE WIND
DRIED AND BROWN AND UNINTERESTING
ONE AMONGST MILLIONS WITH A PURPOSELESS EXISTENCE
GREEN AT ONE TIME IN THE SPRING OF SEASONS.
THERE SHE IS VERY NEAR TO THE TREE
HER BEARER HER GIVER AND OH YES HER FAMILY TREE.
DID I SEE HER THEN I WONDER.
WHEN SHE WAS SHINY AND NEW WITH THE SKIN OF YOUTH AND THE MIEN OF LIFE
OR DID I SEE HER THEN WHEN SHE WAS YELLOW RAVAGED BY THE INTERROGATION OF TIME
FUNNY I DON’T REMEMBER THEN BUT I CAN SEE NOW
THERE SHE LIES BEFORE ME LIFELESS
POOR DRIED LEAF….WAITING TO BE CRUSHED TO NOTHINGNESS