This could only come from the mind of Walk
You caught those leaves in the midst of their wind blown descent in your amazing photo.How can you write so seriously and then turn around and make me laugh! This poem is deep, deep, deep. I'm gasping for air far from laughing.Nice work, Walk.
I like that line, "I'm gasping for air far from laughing." I may have to use that, sounds kinda dark, doesn't it?
Oh, by the way, I didn't take the photo and don't know who did. It is a great photo though.
I especially like the image of fallen leaves as thieves.
Thanks Beth, I hit on a good phase every four or five years.
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