Day 360: The Tree Still Knows Me
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i picked up a leaf
once
that had fallen.
it was larger than the rest
and was brightly vibrant orange.
it fell from a tree
that knew me better.
the days have faded it
and no color
remains
and the shape has withered a bit
and curled.
it recedes on my wall,
like a faded photograph,
yellowed
and old proof
– buried bones –
of every feeling i felt
when i picked that petal up:
i love
i love
i leave
and the tree still knows me
and grows.
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