a poem by Nola Thomas
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Every day, you’re living another life
But I live a thousand
Watching the tail-swing of leaves dash in between spiraled oak trees
And swoop down in an abundant stir
Of leaves and gradual repertoire
Of incandescent thoughts, alongside blue bloods, incandescent leaves
Ruminating and gravitating along winter Sundays.