Rustling
Leave openings
for letters...
Slots in doors.
Boxes on streets.
Time in a day...
Leave openings
for letters,
letting minds
probe words...
as leaves play
lingering.
Pages and pages
of paper printed once
and reread ad infinitum
as echoes of memory
recall thoughts
& languages
to pontificate
as leaves play
lingering.
poem & photo copyright ©2013 Anne Selden Annab
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