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LEAVES
by Irene Sipos

Oh little girl when you
were my little girl for real
we would go and gather
armfuls of leaves, maples
especially, setting flame
to sidewalks all around us, how
could we resist? We captured them
and brought them home to iron
and press between layers of crinkly
waxed paper to scatter on tables
and tape on windows. Soon they would
crumble and disappear as you, darling, are
not with me today so I must collect yellow,
orange and red beauties to place in an envelope
addressed to you three thousand miles away.
"Jungle Fern" by Wendy Caldwell Maloney. Watercolor.
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