Maple Seeds
The seeds are falling from the maples,
quietly spinning and drifting in the breeze,
and landing on the path beneath my feet.
It’s as if a flock of paper robins
exploded in mid flight.
Their thin, toasted feathers remain.
Pages from a Spiral Bound Life
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Hello.
My name is Ken,
and I have a pen,
some paper, some friends,
and some work to begin.