The Nothing of a Leaf

A leaf spun from seedlings;
All alone on a shore;
After the tides have leased themselves out;
into promise land.

From comfortless miles drawn inland;
It diagonally floats upon the plural of sand;
On dry flat sandpaper;
Even planes of slipping smooth.

Wind picks up speed;
Lifts the leaf caught up in a grumble;
In a ripping verve and dash;
The nothing of a leaf in a brisk nap.


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