Dry Leaves Beside My Door

a door half-closed
the wind comes with some dry leaves
coming in
through it

and then
spread on the floor
under my bed

i watch it
feeling that i am junked

even the wind
has mistaken me as
another
garbage

and so i finally closed my
door

tight

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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