exhausted empty
lost to the wind
a plastic bag
caught on a branch
out of reach
torn shapeless
oblivious
to the whispers
of destruction
dancing closer
through the air
above the trees
minute by
inevitable
minute until
nothing remains
not even an echo
of leaves falling
like starlings
in a flurry
to light upon
the frozen ground
(March 3, 2014)
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