A falling leaf
reversed course
& flew.
It sailed up
over the trees
& didn’t stop until
it reached a forest
inside a cloud
in Panama.
You were left
with a double loss:
of the leaf it wasn’t
& of the bird it was.
On the ground
where the leaf
would’ve settled,
some rustling animal
vanishes
into a wrinkle
of wind.
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Bittersweet and most lovely, Dave.
Nice. Memorable!
Thanks, Ann and Luisa — your opinions mean a lot to me. I’ve only ever written a couple of poems like this (simple, fable-like) and would like to write more…