leaves for souvenirs
these leaves
were the leaves
that left the trees
that at one time
carried all the leaves
that left the trees
and what was left
but a tree blowing
above its leaves
let’s leave it there
for it to must
as must it must
the red wine of autumn
soon
the white wine of spring
we fall bemused
by the sun’s short days
the moon’s blue tears
bequeathed to us
down all the years
all of these leaves
these trees souvenirs
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