LEAF RUST
Leaf rust,
leaf curl,
the orchard
is ill again.
Leap years
leap frog
one another
beyond decade.
Tomorrow is yesterday
turned inside out.
Only the master of nuance knows
that each breath is different,
onset of multiplicity,
plea for harmony.
Listen to it
in the deep silence of the universe:
pianissimo, adagio, crescendo.
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