descent

we were static
shimmering beneath the trees
and if you listened
you could hear the last breath
of every leaf in decay
quiet and imminent

they detach at request of the wind
a stilted descent onto the
graveyard of asphalt below
desperate hands stretched out
hoping to preserve
the final motion of life

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