Tuesday, May 20, 2008

The Fall by R.L. Kirkendall II


O, simple leaf, residing on a branch:

How long till howling nights and wayward storms
And quaking limbs and pinching thorns
Fell your kingly form.
O, Lord, forestall that day
Speak not of its coming;
For I love that leaf
And could not bear the tumbling.



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