Leaves on the Sill

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old  crumpled, gathered
Love notes
I half see being swept up
swirling like discarded leaves
scraping the pavement
down into shadows
and hollows
through meadows
and puddles
and murky sewers
faded little things
line the afternoon lawn
in piles of the forgotten
You never saw me leave
but then, you never saw me at all
I can see the day behind me
the last fingers of light
stretch now across the street
and into the corners of an afternoon
stroking the piles of nothing
fingers through
a lovers hair
searching for acceptance
I feel a faint draft
and close the window

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