Beyond1 week ago6A passerbySitting on the bench and looking up, I saw that person walking between the persimmon tree branches. A fallen leaf rolled once in the wind.
I keep thinking of the ginkgo tree I saw on my way to work this morning, how each yellow leaf fell one by one whenever the wind blew.
A ginkgo leaf blown by the wind touches my shoulder, then slips into the roadside drain.
A persimmon fallen under the streetlight still holds its yellow glow.