Six sycamore leaves, saucer to dinner plate sizes, fly by flipping madly in the wind, disappear into Aileen’s yard. A hummingbird pips and circles, then perches on a bare branch where the leaves used to live.
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Monday, January 9, 2012
Ninth Small Stone--Sycamore Leaves
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