Today's poem is by Allison Seay
Before the leaves fell they waved like flags
and as they broke, there seemed a lovely order
to their dying.
The water spider moved in
no hurry at the bottom of the drained pond.
Everything seemed as it should.
Because I could,
I even spent a while throwing apples
at a fence post. Over and over, my arm hurled
the poor things farther and farther
from the tree that had released them.
Copyright © 2008 Allison Seay All rights reserved
from the Southern Review
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