I
the last autumn leaf cleaves
bone tired, refusing to fall
grasping the weathered phalange
extending from the gnarled skeletal branch
reaching ….
by a mere filament it hangs
to stubborn … or
too tired to fall
II
that feeling, at days end
when the marrow has been sucked
from the core of your life
when you just too tired to sigh
……
yes, one of those days
that’s how I wake up these days
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