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The Dangling Lead

A reflective, Fall verse.

A leaf skittered in the sunlit wind…



a marvel, dripping.


Blasted forward one moment by a sudden gust,

then becalmed, and thrust,

utterly dangling there in front of us…


It angled so slowly down!

Bobbing and tipping towards the ground

like a soul whose way could not be found.


How like you and me, this dancing singularity!


We move forward through life's set motions,

Then careen into peace - sweet, suspended unprediction.

—— Albert Fried-Cassorla, March 1999

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