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Letting Go

I look out my window
to see a single thin leaf
twist and twirl in light wind
above white bearded boulders

as if overjoyed at surviving
a hard and harsh season
where many of its brethren
let go with the first chilled breath;

easy pickings-

like low hanging fruit
in the orchard of life.

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