Wanderer
passing through
slivers of place and time
unconsciously dropping pieces of
my heart
like bright red Japanese maple leaves
like seed pods
the memory of me
sometimes
floating away
on a draft
so many dry leaves
leaving only the lingering whiff
of crisp fall air
sometimes taking root
growing tender green tendrils
in the fertile hearts of others
a taste of sweet tart apple
that lingers
on the tongue
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