The leaf on the patio is propelled--
lifted by its partner,
the clear swirling, graceful breeze
into a dance--
a few short steps here
a few long steps there.
What lines they flutter!
I'm inside, looking out,
and though I hear silence with my ears,
my mind and eyes listen deeply through the panes of glass
to the fragile, seared rasping
of the dancing summer leaf.
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