THE FATE OF MANY LEAVES

The rain pastes leaves to the asphalt.
A strong wind cannot budge them.
They gave up hanging onto trees.
But they are clinging once again.
By the time they’ll be twice released
they’ll be crisp and dry —
deprived of all their former beauty.
If they survive
they’ll be waiting for the falling snow
to put the final touch on their demise.

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