Forgotten Leaves (poem rough draft)

Found a dollar today
resting on the side of the road
among autumn leaves
littering the wet pavement
after a ceaseless November rain.
Folded and soiled,
its green caught my eye,
and I bent, holding back
my dog on our peaceful walk,
to draw it from the surrounding
red and orange and gold.
A walk with the purpose
of clearing my aching brain
of the echoes of society,
its many-faceted existence
of deadlines, responsibilities, heartache,
and here I am stooping,
fingers grazing nature’s beauty
spread out all around,
arrays of colors and textures,
to grasp the one thing I tried escaping,
if only for a moment.


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