The last leaf leaned
Into the wind, clinging
To its branch – not for
Any imposing reason
I suppose – watching
The wind whip it this
Way and that
I sat with my back
Against it, drifting my
Thoughts whichever way
It blew. I felt something
And tried to recall but
As I did I saw the
Branch stripped bare.
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