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Oct 2019
He read the leaves like
love notes.
Heard music
in the breeze. He knew
the trees by name.
The child was at home.

Now leaves are code.
And, notes tumble on jumbled winds.
The forest is strange...
edit 6/2/21
Written by
Jeff Lewis  64/M/Earth
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