Today
I saw a leaf dance play
On the bark of a tree,
A trunk partly embracing shadow
As sunlight leaned over it and beyond
Where it disappeared into thin air.
Birds and squirrels scattered,
Partly camouflaged,
Then in and out of light
And grey, fur and feathers
Lit up and gone.
What poetry
Is change,
And now gentle
Rain comes.
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