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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
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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
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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.
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"Jungle Fern" by Wendy Caldwell Maloney. Watercolor.
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