7.13.2012

Dead Leaf


dead leaf,
your essence fulfilled.
but I ask,
who or what willed?
on the ground,
lies your home.
an everlasting peaceful
rest with the stone.

dead leaf,
answer me.
which cone
grew your tree?
rooted from under,
you’ll find no other.
who or what
should I call mother?

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