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I Don't Want to Be the Last Leaf

David Handsher

I don’t want to be the last leaf 
on the tree shrunken and brown 
shaking in the cold November rain
Even if I could I would not delight
in the fluttering and floating
as I make my way to the frozen ground. 
I am a small part in the scheme of the tree.  
I am nothing without the band of brothers 
and chorus of sisters and cousins and friends 
that surround me now on these still 
green branches.  I am nothing without 
the essence that runs through me 
from the roots.  I am nothing without 
the warmth of the sun.  I am nothing 
without the humid, living loam 
that we rest in and grow from.  
I am.  
Nothing.

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David Handsher lives in San Francisco and is a labor arbitrator. Poetry has been a life-long obsession for him and is a craft he continues to try to learn. His poems have recently appeared in several literary magazines and on-line publications.
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