Fallen leaves & rubbish
scattered together
strange bedfellows
the rain riffling
through their dreams
leaves
steamy in the sudden sun
see their ghosts now
rise to heaven
leaving rubbish
behind.
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Aha, but wait...leaves, rain and sun, all together, melt into leaf mulch...the richest there is....never rubbish, but rich mulch for a flowerbed....There is something good in everything I see....QUEEN