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Perdue Poems May 2019
I watch the leaves
from Autumn trees
trickle at my feet

the pile grows
and there is no show
of winds or tools to blow

the leaves away
so they stay
collecting everyday

until I disappear
underneath, nothing near
to me except Autumn fear

I thought dear Fate
would not wait
I'd arrive pearly gates

yet the Autumn leaves
that surround me
left me be

to wait with guilt
in the pile I've built
for eternity

— The End —