his life was a leaf
released
from a tree
that caromed
off twigs on its descent,
each touch
a barely audible
tick
twirling, drifting,
landing
with a
whisper.
— Steve Peterson
his life was a leaf
Published by
released
from a tree
that caromed
off twigs on its descent,
each touch
a barely audible
tick
twirling, drifting,
landing
with a
whisper.
— Steve Peterson
Yes.
The release, the caroming, the whispered landing.
Perfect.