The boy kicks the fallen leaves
Why no rake?
Where is the break?
The leaves crumble
Some stay on the floor
Too heavy and drained by the concrete
A few flow with the wind
When movement stops,
Lights drop
The leaves parachute from blue to green
The mercury tides await them
The boy watches from a distance
He then looks forward to leaves
Breathing or bleeding
Falling or dancing with the sun's last sparks
They try to keep up with the wind,
But the wind always runs away
Too fast to look back on the past
Only running for more than what it is now and what it could be
The leaves all meet at the same fate
But the train trails and airplane stops
To the giant suburban life
Makes it all refreshing
The sun gives a smile from the back row
The boy looks down
Down at the glimmering cement
He walks with feet backwards
Breathes subconscious fogs
He sees a pebble
And kicks it
It skips out of the road
Gasps out small marbles every tap
He rolls it on his feet
Nothing
Nothing at all
He finally reaches home
Exhausted from the perfect silence
He turns away from the pebble
The boy stares at the house
He decides to catch the wind
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Poems with Jasables
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