Hello?

A tear falls;
ripples move out;
the little paper boat takes on water.

Black clouds form;
words wash away.



Can the memories be far to follow?

A red maple leaf drifts softly down,
floating in the autumn sky;
it lands on the boat;
pushes it under.

Gone.

Sorry, what was it we were taking about?

Hello.

Hello?

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