Indecision Poem by Jeff Hobbs

Indecision

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Leaves, the sailboats of the air,
Rarely, no, quite often,
And therefore constantly,
Do various things,
Which bare no direct relationship
To their ultimate placement on the earth.
Summersaults and such,
What a waste of time.
If I were a leaf,
I'd just fall.

(23 March 1981)

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Jeff Hobbs

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