again
you rake
the leaves
and more fall.
again
and again.
your arms
sweep them
into piles
to burn or
haul away.
you savor
the agains
in your
life, even
this. this
simple
act of nature.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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