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Two Watchers
CB (May 3,1962 / United States)

Two Watchers

Poem By Charlotte Ballard

I saw a leaf fall today
Burnt orange oak
Drifting down alone -
All its fellows
Gone the week before
When that bad ice
Storm, hit, you
Remember, don't you?

I'm the only one who
Saw the leaf, only
God and me. Did it
Really exist or was
It a blot of mustard
Or a bit of underdone
Potato landing
Silent, with one
Solitary watcher
Thinking of one hand
Clapping, or of the sound
Of a leave falling outside
Of the window I'm looking
Out of.

If I say nothing -
What of the others?

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Comments (2)

Love the 'blot of mustard, ' and 'underdone potato, ' but I would dropp the reference to hand clapping-it doesn't ring right. That's just my humble ear.
a deep passionate poem exploring how the world works and how we come to be in the world and are nourished by wonderful words such as these