Tuesday, September 15, 2020

Grave Autumn Harbinger

After the cleansing 
Downpour, the dust- 

Free last glistening 
Raindrop left trembling 

On the leaf at the end 
Of the branch 

That will not break hesitates, 
Yet remains unwavering 

In the anticipation 
Of something clearly 

Momentous waiting 
To happen so that it can 

Let go and return—wasted?— 
To dust once more. 

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