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We ride our bikes along the levy trail
tires spinning around at a leisurely pace
marking the distance with every revolution

The willow tree’s branches
hang low over the path
in the early afternoon haze

I reach up like a thief
to grab a handful of leaves
tossing them up in the air, mischievously

Behind me, riding through them
as they scatter and float in the wind
she reaches out gracefully to capture a few
to hold on to from the day

Later, the rescued leaves
are added to her collection
Placed Inside a book
with a worn and dog-eared cover

Although the book already has a title,
she always thinks of its’ true name
in the beautiful and private library
tucked away in her heart

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Ooooh this is so playful yet elegant, and just overall beautiful! It leaves me wondering what the true name of the book is. :) I love every word!

"The true alchemists do not turn lead into gold; they turn the world into words." -William H. Gass

We all have some secrets to be kept =) Thanks again Asche!


Michael Anthony

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Thanks again Teddy - Happy New Year to you and yours as well.


Michael Anthony

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