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Oct 2019
He had read the leaves like
love notes back then. Heard music
in the breeze. He knew
each tree by name. As a child
he was at home.

Now leaves are code.
Music growls on jumbled wind.
The forest is a stranger...

...and he knows exactly why.
Written by
Jeff Lewis  59/M/Earth
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