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7/28/2019 The Leaves of Hamlyn
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The leaves of Hamlyn
God, bored with scientific inquiry, tossed
the plans into streets we build
as prostrate towers of Babel - crisp leaves
dance secret tales bare trees understand.
The leaves lead us into another winter -
the golden dance turns to putrid carcass.
Trees scarecrow our fears as we build
fires to pass our souls through.
I buried my son yesterday
while the leaves
gathered like children at a concert,
pleased they are not the only fallen.
That night
wind pushed thoughts hard against the minds pane;
my childs voice sounded liked a leaf
scraping across the concrete footpath.
This morning I raked, burnt the leaves, watched
the smoke rise above the houses, felt
the ache in my left shoulder as if the arm
is a leaf preparing to depart.