The Whims
of Life
Slightly
curled in its
infancy, a
leaf
is caught
by the
remnants of an
early
spring storm…
There are no ears to
hear the cry for
help as the leaf falls
into the eddies of the stream
below…
The bond to
home
is forever
broken…
Such are
the cruel whims
of life,
with no anchor
to hold, while
riding muddy
currents
of a
storms’ passing
ccd 5-2017
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