on a lazy voyage downstream
had it fallen on the wet earth
the journey would be over
but the cool water beckoned
and so a new adventure begins
in a season when most
have already succumb to decay
the small brown paper-thin star
has made its frailty an asset
the dry curled edges are better suited
for skimming over the waves
than when they were plump and green
and heavy with the stuff of life
now free of the bulky branch
it is content to lie back and float
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