Leaf Factories
or
Just Rake The Leaves Without Whining
By: Tom Wright
11/25/99
I see leaves,
in assorted hues of red, yellow, and rust,
reminding me of paint splotches,
from the palate of some Grand Master,
moving ever slightly with each wind gust.
They blanket the ground as color on canvas,
and in thought I try to see
just how it would be, if God,
like man, had...
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