Leaves and Leaving
when the emotion dripped from my fingertips without
giving me the opportunity to catch it,
i heard the sigh which blew me forward.
i suppose this will have to do
and i am learning the difference between
leaves and leaving.
we are made of soul-stuff and i am coping
with the consequences.
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