Catch

I spotted a poem between the line of light
on the doorway and a falling leaf.

I tried to catch the verses with a web of ink,
a hook of insight, but I just couldn’t —

As soon the door was closed,
when the leaf touched the ground,

the poem slithered away, forever
lost in the shelves behind memories.

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