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Poems On Leaves

I found a big bowl of leaves soaking in water next to the fireplace at Carlos Ramirez’s home.  Some were brown with hints of red, some yellow green; the leaves were collected from the magnolia trees in his Mission neighborhood.  The fall colors and clean water added a playful and soothing element in the living room, a reflection of the poet’s personality.

“I write poems on the leaves after I wash and dry them.”  Carlos told me with twinkle in his eyes.  He showed me the finished product, stacked together loosely and wrapped in a plastic bag.

“They are mostly haikus.  Some are just thoughts.  I use a brush tip pen.”  His childlike smile spread over his great white beard.

We read them, leaf by leaf.

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