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I understand and can see the leaves leaving each autumn. Can even see chasing them, in my imagination with a rake, but (might be the blonde hair dye seeping into my brain after all these years) I'm not understanding the last line. Are you saying you'll catch them when you die? I like the imagery of autumn leaves falling. It takes me back to walking home from high school and shooshing my feet through layers of fallen leaves on the sidewalks. I can see the dry leaves dancing in the wind, skittering on the ground and whirling in the wake of our car as we pass through them. Really great imagery, actually, lol.
Would you please explain for this hair dye poisoned brain?
The leaves leave me yearly
And I chase them knowing
I'll catch them when I leave.
hugs,
Gail
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