The spring was wet, the summer was dry And now the dark and storm To bring what? The leaves down. Soaked and stuck to the concrete, pressed By tires until mashed, until the sun Arrives again to lift up the rain To dry the leaf stuck to the road To crisp the edges with wind until they Crunch again and curl up to lift off And swirl down the street, crumbling Washed or swept away. We dropped you in Phoenix, Near work, near home below the Rainbow Gap And in Carlsbad with Carters overwatching the sea And most every other pretty place we went for awhile In a plane, in a van, on walks, and some of you Fell in sand, on highway and forest, and some of you We kept for ourselves, but most of you Atomized, drifting up into the atmosphere.
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