A Leaf by Bronislaw Maj

posted by Jason Kottke Dec 14, 2004

Read on the subway this morning:

A leaf, one of the last, parts from a maple branch:
it is spinning in the transparent air of October, falls
on a heap of others, stops, fades. No one
admired its entrancing struggle with the wind,
followed its flight, no one will distinguish it now
as it lies among the other leaves, no one saw what I did. I am
the only one.

I might need more poetry in my life.