The old oak leaves still remain
even after the harsh winter's snow

They meet the concrete,
the bicycle spokes
and the discarded kitchen rug

That is when old Mr. Reliable
comes out for a visit
and sweeps away the dry brown foliage
blown in by the great untamed wind
of last Tuesday

He leaves dust,
sweet dust,
sparkling in the morning sun rays

All that remains on the concrete platform
is his footprint of a single straw

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