There are nine leaves left to fall from the apricot tree in the front yard.
Nine.
I shook the tree earlier this morning but to no affect.
The last nine must be held on with Scotch tape.
Their stubborn will to survive deserves a few words.
nine leaves
catch the sun’s
last warm rays
before they fall
they cling to
the branch
like toddlers to a mother’s apron
let me just go
shake the tree
one more time
["Hey, nice birdhouse!": photos GH]
hey, nice birdhouse
gah
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