Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Plucked

A leaf falls from the tree
and onto the table.
It sits there for moments
so calm and very stable
until the same breeze
that plucked it from its home
discards it even lower
to its own catacomb.

The peace it possessed
attached to the branch
is stolen away so rudely
as the abrupt end never gave it a chance.

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