The leaves wanted to dance

The leaves wanted to dance
The ones remaining on the trees
Long into the chilled air of winter
Rolled up and seeped of color
They rattled in the wind
When it blew through the branches
They were tiny maracas of percussion
Or a xylophone of bird bones
Shushing and stepping and tapping
The sound of dead leaves
Trying to dance



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