Disengaging to Rest and do Other Work
Published in AUIS Literary Journal, The American University of Iraq, Sulaimani
I walk the dogs
under a sweetgum tree
on a crisp day
I hear sounds like
sticks scraping
or papers rustling
when it occurs
to me that
all it is, is
leaves disembarking
from their life source
without pain
without a plan
randomly gliding
into each other
on their journeys
down, down, down
to rest, to decay
to enrich the soil
to feed the tree
that gave them life—
the sound
of the life cycle
beginning again.
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