Content themselves
To laugh with drips
Each surface wit
A shiny cache
Of frightning
Whipping through it
All the leaves free
As birds on a sneeze
Of the storm that be
So close in memory
All the leaves alone
Whispering others
Also alone
Listen to the tips
That crinkle like boy
Careful toy handled
Avoiding rips
No sun now
No rain either
Yet they keep dripping
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