On Dry Summer Days – A Poem

On days when I see

brown leaves curled up cat-like

in summer-orange sun dappling sunlight I

wonder

at how in the right brightness, in this light

even death can become so life-like

and still,

hushed chattering shushes

of city crowds and train doors

to nowhere.

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