it's about nothing.
no wise thoughts,
no epiphany,
no moral to the story.
for in this one there is no
story.
sometimes you need a break,
from yourself,
to go out to the back
yard and rake,
and rake and rake,
to ponder
the many leaves,
that have fallen,
not unlike
so many friends and lovers
that have
fallen as well.
(sorry, i can't help myself)
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