Heartshadow

Watching a dead leaf float by...

what kind of thing is THAT to do?

Is it Spleen

or is it some

species of selfishness

that makes a person stop

&

watch the drift,

clicking away at a shutter,

clicking away at a keyboard,

clicking away to a new window,

deserving the world full of clicks,

part of it,

just as we are part

of that floating leaf,

perhaps,

never knowing

how far our shadow reaches?