Passage
Every leaf that falls
stops falling. I once
thought that leaves were leaves.
Now I think they are feeling,
In search of a place—
someone’s hair, a park bench,
a finger. Isn’t that
like us, going from place
to place, looking to be alive?
— Victoria Chang
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