Twisting Lurching
M M.J. Lemon
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Golden Leaf
That lone raindrop on
my living room window is
on a mission
first it creeps slowly gathering
speed only to
suddenly
stop
think
roll forward
then crawl so slowly
serpentine
twisting lurching
then stopping
yet again
resuming at last
cautiously pensively
for sure
it's going somewhere
I'm not
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