Autumn (In The Meantime)

1995

I am a dead dried up leaf on a bare broken tree

that was plucked from my branch by a chance gentle breeze

and crumbled to pieces before I ever landed.

The world kept on spinning.

I never existed.

 

-Jesse Haydn

Published by Jesse Haydn Poetry

The written word is life. I am the proverbial poet-at-heart.

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