Goodbye

Outside my window

The last leaves left clinging to a tree

Blowing against the bright sky are triumphant still

 

Fluttering relentlessly like one hundred starlings 

Practicing to take flight

Like the thinning hair of age

Each strand counting down to the final flight

 

This poem is about: 
My family
Our world

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