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Are the leaves waving


Or butterflies that crash to the ground,


A whirlwind flight of brown,


Ochre and sienna earth colors,





Sometimes they flutter in my stomach too,


Warm with crazy curly thoughts


Or in my head they wobble wildly


Do they crawl around like predatory caterpillars.





It happens that they descend gracefully,


Carrot or benign transformation


In fairytale mushrooms


Like a 'poetically' completed whole



Or sometimes fall apart and even scorch.



© Rudi J P. Lejaeghere





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