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What the Wind Lets Befall
Leaf-fall is gracious
yielding to the restless wind
no riches to claim
in wide, frantic scatterings
burdens strewn for gathering
Rainfall is random
coming seldom when needed
too little, too much
it is such a lottery
pleading with an empty cup
Windfall apples drop
when good fortune makes a glut
wind shakes in accord
with the tug of gravity
ripe with generosity
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