TWO HAIKU ATTACHED BY PETIOLE

Glittering golden
pages on the poplar tree
turning in the breeze.

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Then and now one falls
floating, folding through the sky:
a story's end in Autumn.


~ 11/18/05


I wrote this at the Free Speech Movement Cafe. Writing a 12-15 page research paper on rape as a form of violence is heavy stuff--going outside on the terrace and looking at the poplar on the edge of Memorial Glade did wonders for clearing my mind.