Old Man
Th
e old man walks his dog
other side of the street
fierce wind exhausts itself
among tree branches, dancing leaves
suddenly the old man stops
his eyes focused on the ground
he slowly leans
to the cement sidewalk
even more slowly he gets up
straightening his aching back
from its stem he holds
a maple leaf
which he observes carefully
turning it to the other side
he examines in detail
the curled ribs of the leaf
its hunched body
bereft of flexibility
just like his
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