Vera Sidhwa

Chasing A Dried Leaf Down The Freeway - Poem by Vera Sidhwa

I chased a dried leaf on the freeway,
The long and twisty freeway of fun.
This dry leaf knew no speed limit,
Nor laws of the road, over which many cars would run.

Unlike you who drive on the freeway at night,
Towards the exit approaching so fast.
Welcoming you to a nighttime car crash,
A bloody, freeway, car crash sight.

But that leaf didn't mind,
It wasn't obstructed by humankind's,
Rigid and nature violations,
This leaf was free to travel fast on Freeway 4 0 5.

To do as it pleased, to roll around as it pleased,
To dance as it danced.
On the freeway of his life,
That we could not access,
For ourselves, the builders.

Traffic so thick, we may as well,
Get out of our cars and walk next to them.
And still the dried leaf,
Rolled off the freeway exit,
And returned back home to his garden.

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  • Robinson (9/11/2012 4:02:00 AM)

    the leaf was bullied by the wind
    blown about by actions it could not defend
    even in death it's actions were cause and blame
    so RIP in your little garden of shame
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 20, 2013

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