Day 6

sometimes
i imagine a leaf detached from a branch
swayed by winds

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falling

first, in distressed, then, so calmly
so gently, so elegantly free

other times
I picture this very same leaf
still falling

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falling

but this time, in water, you see
forming ripples on the skin of a sea

adhering, becoming one,
being absorbed as it sinks
yet fighting, buoying

becoming a boat of some sort

But then, I imagine no more
And there it is

that very same leaf
floating in a pond next to me