Old Leaf Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Old Leaf



Fallen from the tree.

Season of the end.

Once on a green limb.

Life was new and slim.

Now the end calls.

Fall, winter, HARVEST BALL.

OLD LEAF, on the ground.

What was that sound.

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JOE POEWHIT

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New York City
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