green leaves
raining down chartreuse sunlight
onto the path
a jigsaw of light
playing tricks on the eyes
and the mind takes over
was that some movement?
near that sweetgum?
the flutter of wings?
a whispered laugh?
rustling amongst the branches?
did we step on a faerie sod
and in doing so
change our reality?
or have our hearts
and our minds
simply filled in the gaps
leaves as fluttering
a breeze as laughter
wind and rustling
or maybe...
maybe...
there is magic
here
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