A Leaf Falling is a Leaf Falling

You can’t tell me what’s beautiful
What is beautiful depends upon the eye

I once knew a man who saw a leaf fall
And dropped to his knees weeping

To me a leaf falling is a leaf falling
The sun sets at night and rises at dawn

When my wife’s water broke
that was the end. I swam toward that dam

like a salmon swimming to save its life.


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