Ought To Leave

Tuesday, September 23, 2025

When they start leaving,

How long does each fall? 

Landing on grounds,

Til’ trees bare it all,

A couple may part,

And crunch à la carte,

The foliage, the glow,

…then spring they regrow,

So as long as they fall,

And left on the ground,

Each lies until frail,

Essential, like kale,

But no one will care,

Or know they restore,

Each tree, once bearing,

What ought to seed more,

-Budd

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