Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Flaming by Susan Isla Tepper

 

Small, brown, curled from exhaustive

flaming beauty— one dried leaf 

blown in when the back door opened


Landing off to the side of the hall

where no one

would probably take notice

sweeping it up


Engrossed as we are in keys

and phones and wallets and

whatnot— a small leaf

once a star of the fall season

is dead now




Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres.  Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.

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