Poetry Entwined: Leaves are Leaving
I caught myself today
Falling
Like the leaves on the oak tree in October
I cannot afford to be scattered
Upon the earth in a million pieces
A million places
So I wrap the noose tighter
Take a deep breath
Staple the smile in the perfect place
Grab my box filled with a million beads
And begin searching for the broken one
I will hold it tight as I fall
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Like a good man I’m out in the yard landscaping
To make my lawn pretty while mentally escaping
Though the tall aged oak outback belittles my work
By scattering it’s leaves and branches with a smirk
So it’s back to the grass with my favorite rake in hand
Till at another leaf pile I can make my stand
And all the while my loving wife does the same
Though the leaves we play with are a different game
