Leaf

The sharp sound crick-crick

Heard though the wind and traffic

Are chased, a target on a path

The seeking tread rubber to leaf

A signal a charm a coming friend

Before as now it will always be

A fall leaf curled so waiting

Front tire crick back wheel crick

The same sound

Pitched high

Pitched low

Each year each leaf

The crick-crick of time rolling

Over but the same

Thought

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