Leaves

"...changing your life
only took a strong
gust of wind to
move the
lines a little."

When the leaves
first fell,
my sister and I
would rake the
leaves into lines
and make a
"house" or
a "school."

    We made forts.

Our leaf lines
like blueprints
on the yellowing grass

    I can picture that.

We pretended to
live a simple life,
teacher or student,
mother or father
it is a simple place...
changing your life
only took a strong
gust of wind to
move the
lines a little.
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The Collected Chaff, v. 1.0