Just the few of you left now,
your stubborn clinging spent,
a mighty December wind
sending you finally to freefall.
Reclined in the steaming waters,
I see you torn from your branch,
spinning violently, a micro tornado,
coming to rest smack in the middle
of my forehead.
You are small, seven-pronged, maple,
and as you become my third eye,
I look with renewed surprise heavenward,
your cycle now blessed and complete.
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