The Last Leaf
The last leaf rides the curlicue current wickedly defying gravity an unsupervised what the hell kid free at last as zig-zagging squirels and merry prankster dogs suddenly stop and hold their breath like big top neck craners as the leaf refusing to pull the parachute cord dares to die like Kerouac in his hellbound ‘49 Hudson. For the grand finale the leaf plummets tumbling and sumersaulting like Monk notes played in a seedy swan dive until it makes touchdown landing on the lunar surface of old friends who found their final resting place amongst the reckless litter and deadbeat acorns of this heaven on earth.