I follow
a brown leaf
maple
on the wind
he
scurries
the maple
leaf follows
the
wind I follow
the
maple leaf
tasting
the crunch
he would
whisper
if the
wind let my
foot
catch him
his jagged
dance
just
before me
he
dances with
the
wind scratching
the
pavement a jig
with
the wind
in
his jazz shoes
the
wind follows
me but
I do not dance
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