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<p> <img class="asset  asset-image at-xid-6a00d83451c45669e2017d3c669d67970c" style="width:515px;" title="Leaves" src="https://sullydish.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/6a00d83451c45669e2017d3c669d67970c-550wi.jpg" alt="Leaves" /></p>
<p>&#8220;Leaves&#8221; by Gerald Stern:</p>
<blockquote><p><P> He was cleaning leaves for one at a time<br /> was what he needed, and a minute before the two<br /> brown poodles walked by he looked at the stripped-down trees<br /> from one more point of view and thought they were<br /> part of a system in which the dappled was foreign<br /> for he had arrived at his own conclusion and that was<br /> for him a relief even if he was separated,<br /> even if his hands were frozen,<br /> even if the wind knocked him down,<br /> even his cat went into her helpless mode<br /> inside the green and sheltering Japanese yew tree.</p>
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<p>(From <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beauty-Bright-Poems-Gerald-Stern/dp/0393086445/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1348942934&amp;sr=1-1&amp;keywords=beauty+bright+gerald+stern" target="_self">In Beauty Bright</a> </em>by Gerald Stern © 2012 Gerald Stern. Used by permission of W.W.Norton &amp; Company. Photo by Flickr user <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26098838@N08/3169349708/" target="_self">mksfly</a>)</p>
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