Unseen Finish Lines Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Unseen Finish Lines



Sitting easily in a cool afternoon, looking up at leaves
collecting drops of rain from above.
A mild wind, blowing fallen leaves across the patio, racing
towards unseen finish lines.

(12: 28 p.m. - 11/26/08)

Thursday, January 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves,wind
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