Leaves that part company with bark fall
sweeping in a hypnotic motion to the ground
Magpies crazy as a box of green frogs call
their machine gun call barks a familiar sound
The rain drenches leaves that fell
falling to the ground not as a sprinkle
but falling like a burst open well
like tears from the eyes that twinkle.
Falling and falling, down they shoot
each and every atom that is designed to fall
from the leaf, to bark, to twig to root
as if nothing but falling matters at all.