My paper
Flutters, whitely
Holding on
To grim earth
Swift
Lifting clear
Rolls upwards slantly
Stuck in a soggy branch
Lightly shivers, sagging
Then quick burst of wind
Up it flies gaily
And away with my body
My paper
Monday, October 11, 2004
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