Into a winter's afternoon sleep
Eyes shut tight against the light
Images of fallen, yellow gingko leaves
Coating the wet sidewalks and streets
Their curled edges: sparkling shards
Of facetted amber in the
Slanted golden light.
Inbar Chava Frishman
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