I wander through halls
And old memories,
Marking time.
Time.
Years and leaves fly in the wind together.
I clutch a leaf to keep it green.
Some days, I succeed
And the leaf is green
Until the wind blows again.
Other days, the leaf crumbles
In a rain of brown dust.
Sometimes, I know the leaves were always brown.
The green was something I made up.
A new leaf.
I want a new leaf.
One that doesn't crumble
If I look at it too long
Or blow away and bring
A piece of me along.
I want a life.
I want to stop clutching at leaves.
May '01
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