The Leaves Of Autumn Are Many

We are bronzed leaves
bent by time
cower'd in concrete corners
carrying our lives,
loves, pains, memories
of branches, veins,
that tie us;
that tied us.

We look up
to the blanket of others, the same
we are many
we are many
we are many
we are many

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.