The product from the rainfall this morning
Was an amazing collection of crimson leaves
Spread out on the grass and pine straw
Beneath the Japanese maple in our yard
And there was a pattern to the leaves
Which bespoke an intelligence,
An invisible hand behind the leaves
The artist unseen around the corner
Musing on my appreciation of the art piece
He had left on the damp November grass.
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