VOLITION (poem)

Through the plate glass window
of the warm cafe,
the dry leaves
might just as well
be hopping and skating around
of their own volition.

The index finger of my right hand,
swirling and tapping the iPod,
seems to mirror their dance,
often partial
to two to three minute intervals
of brooding or vulnerability.

 

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