May 5, 2021
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They’re Just Leaves
A poem in memory of Todd Ramsey, 1950–2021
Lake grass, algae-velveted stones,
floating leaves,
signs of a passing season.
But no one grieves.
They’re just leaves.
I hear a sigh,
an autumn cry,
a breath of breeze
stirs the trees,
a cloud scuds by.
