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The Leaf
January 17, 2017
I sit upon the tree the whole world known,
I can see as far as I want--stretching,
Stretch on and on it does without a clone,
How lonely, my friends abandoning me,
My connection destroying v’ry slowly,
No longer giving nor taking I am,
My job has been completed though lowly,
I’m ready my, sustaining program ends,
I fall the air on me as if a breeze,
I look the floor is what I have in store,
I ride the winds as if a wave on seas,
Before I float upon the desert shore,
I wasted away, t’at breezy Sunday,
That corpse riding air infinitely.
© Tamar S., Staten Island, NY
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