Leaf

if I were to be reborn
I would like to be a leaf

a brief but blissful life
under sun and shower
slowly unfurling
useful

when the cold snaps me
I will be brilliant crimson and ochre
and fall away
unscarred

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9 to 5 in October

running the treadmill
neurons denote: chilly weather
fog and rain

sweaters to be pulled
from summer hibernation

tasks that pile like firewood
against a long dark winter

eyes thread traffic
but ignore the change
of autumn leaves