Frames

The yellow leaf is not an autumn leaf
Before falling into the camera frame.
When inside frame it will not fall off

Like the painted leaf of O’Henry last.
A gold of it rises from a pure sunrise
Of a balcony’s shadows yet to form,

Birds forming to wake sleeping sky.
When they do they are vague, vain
V’s painted in the gold of a newsky.

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