Leaves in the WindA Poem by Corwin McAllister
My impression of leaves whirling around O'Bryant Park one gray, chilly, blustery November morning. The only thing that seemed to be really animated and alive was the dead leaves; the people seemed lifeless in contrast.
I sit in the park and watch the leaves
Around me bodies clenched tight as fists
© 2009 Corwin McAllister
Added on October 16, 2009
Last Updated on October 17, 2009
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