Wheat Ears-Selected Poems

Old Man

He walks his dog

other side of the street

fierce wind exhausts itself

among tree branches, dancing leaves

when old man suddenly stops

focusing eyes on the ground

he slowly leans

over cement sidewalk

even more slowly he gets up

straightening aching back

holding by it stem a dry maple leaf

which he brings close to

his eyes and observes carefully

turning it to the other side

examines in detail

the curled ribs of the leaf

its hunched body

bereft of flexibility

just like his



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