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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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