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Every moment
one after the other
they leave their branch,
where for the last few months
have been vibrating
making music
to make this world more beautiful.
Now their fall to the ground
is a journey
like the free fall of a parachuter.
A French friend
compared her experience
of free fall
with the pleasure
at the height of love-making.
Perhaps,
these autumn leaves
also enjoy their last fall
as did this parachuter friend.
(AIX-EN-PROVENCE, FRANCE
1980)
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