Leaves...
And Those Indifferent Trees

 

Is it true
what they say?
Are we kindred to the fallen leaves?

Does a gale
direct our sail
and then waft us away?

(and if so)
What kind of tree
would cradle us in arms...

then drop us
to the ground,
and pretend to look away,
indifferently,
to the sun?

 

                                                --Aaron Dover
                                                        2004

                   

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