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Nov 2012
Sitting on a park bench, looking straight up,
Green leaves become black against a grey sky.
And I wonder, looking out, if it's because of some
Optical illusion or perhaps because of my micro view...
For the trees, over there, leaning slightly to left,
Their leaves are green.
And then the rain starts,
At last.
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AC  Canada
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