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The Leaves Left
by Katie Manning

Some morning soon I will wake
with a sentence repeating
in my head: The leaves left
an impression on the boy.
I will not remember my dream
or have any clue what these words
want. The leaves left an impression
on the boy. I'll get up and jot them
down in my notebook. The leaves
left an impression on the boy.
I will turn the words over while I flip
some eggs, while I walk to work.
I'll think of them over dinner
and as I fall asleep the next night.
The leaves left an impression on the boy.
I'll repeat this line like a mantra
for the following four weeks.
In the heat of August days,
I will hear the autumn come.


 

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