The Art of Rolling Leaves
some rolling leaves
glide with grandiose grace
sailing straight into the silk
of rose-petaled yesterdays
some rolling leaves
act in black and blue fashion
whirling about to and fro
fingering frolicking angels
then slitting their holy throats
some rolling leaves
lying prone on broken bone street,
shrivel away in the throat of defeat
forgotten echoes of a burned-out valley
rolling leaves.
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