Tearing Fall Leaves

The cold gravel
is littered with leaves.

I tear a green leaf;
juicy velvet
like moist frog skin.

I tear a red leaf;
the curled spine cracks,
leathery and strong.

I pick up a brown leaf;
the tattered skeleton
crumbles to dust between my fingers.

Tearing Fall Leaves

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