Leafjump

by Katie Gormley

We celebrate

Bright Death.

Swirl down;

Yellow, orange, red

Flash—

Brief fire against the blue.

Look at one:

It is absorbed into the just-drowned mass.

So:

Crunch upon them,

Stomp upon them,

Beat your idle heels upon them:

Dance.

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