Passage by Victoria Chang

[conuly]

Every leaf that falls
never stops falling. I once
thought that leaves were leaves.
Now I think they are feeling,
in search of a place—
someone's hair, a park bench, a
finger. Isn't that
like us, going from place to
place, looking to be alive?

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[mount_oregano]

I have that book of poems!

[adafrog]

GOod.