Day 31
Drifting in the air
A dried leaf
Sometimes lying on the ground.
Flying with the blowing wind.
Floating away
With no direction.
Wind, water, soil or rain
It settles wherever
Doesn’t complain
Glad about the change.
A Drifting Leaf
Tea and Prose
Into Words 
Until it comes to its senses and says, “Damn! How’d I get here? What a night.”
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