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Bewitched Leaves
By Tatiana Pahlen

Dancing wildly on the sidewalk,
twisting, spinning, twirling aimlessly,
the turning leaves turned to tornadoes,
hovering above the walls,
like countless elated dervishes,
possessed by the spice of faded Fall.

Conducted by the wicked gust
in harmony with a bully orchestra,
all mature into a whirling waltz,
luring the straying bits of trash
to join them in a magic dance.

My eyes are dazed by the performance;
The foliage sadly will turn into dust.

November 27, 2004

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