Panic

A whirl of leaves
Along a building’s wall
Spirals up then falls
Without cause or purpose
The leaves lift quickly
Like a mother rising
Frantic with unreason
To a child’s waking cry
Only to fall quietly
To the ground again
A sleepy baby
Nestling into her crib
(September 2012)

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