Harmony seeds

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I follow your steps,

October pensive,

or was it happened

just short three days back…

I still keep catching

those leaves’ accelerated rag

with squeaky branches,

tired limbs,

and palms so trustingly unfolded

to feel the mutter

of the wind…

Its plum-cheeks pout

while blows under tires

and values,

not knowing calmness

wild ghosts/goblins jump

through thin wall vail

between calamity

and fortune,

and salted hours

saved at the fall

glass jar.

The slanted sky

all wrinkled with a flock-

migrating souls/birds,

so difficult embrace

the harmony of broken

summer walk,

and slept through sparrow

mistakenly  will poke 

first snow rice

dissolved in the minutes…

Whirligig #31 by MMT

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