I saw a dry leaf
Standing up against
Gravity.
The breeze blew
It softy
Turning and dancing around
Anchored to
An invisible something.
I imagined all things
Logical and magical.
I got up to see
And touch it,
One of my thoughts
Was right,
I pulled on the line
from a spider.
The anchoring force
Was not so magical
Or against gravity.
The lovely silk
Shimmering string
in the breeze
Will not be enwrapping
Anymore this day.
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