When in still air and still in summertime
A leaf has had enough of this, it seems
To make up its mind to go; fine as a sage
Its drifting in detachment down the road.

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Poet: Howard Nemerov (Howard Nemerov Art)
Poem: Threshold
Volume: The Collected Poems of Howard Nemerov
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