Acrobats

Autumn LeavesLeaves leap from branches
Skydiving
With an unspoken wager for who will
Fly the furthest
Twirl most erudite
And land with abundant grace.

Silent bets that spring from waiting to be sprung.

The flights are magical.
None fall straight down.
Maybe we never do either.

 

replay from October 2011

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