Sunday, July 15, 2007 | 8:34 AM

I am

Giving an imaginary kiss to each of the leaves falling (a luxury only winds can afford)
from somewhere up in the sky (or so it feels)
so high the trees have grown to.

Trying to memorise every shade of red, brown and gold
and even hues of the green, if available
cause it is rare to see the colour that speaks of fresh-faced innocence, and sometimes ignorance
so far into the year
For by autumn, most leaves would have grown and have shed their gullible shades
to don more striking ones
so intent they are, on winning this pointless pageant of beauty.

From my throne bed made of leaves
I have begun updating the secret maps that I made out of clouds in the sky
Maps that lead you to everywhere, and everywhere else
if you know how to read them

(For clouds are highly mobile creatures that travel far and wide
and if you dont update frequently enough, you might get lost if you use the Cloud Maps
and sure enough, by mid noon
to walk to New York based on Cloud Map#268, I would have to make a detour
because Tom-the-raspberry-shaped cloud caught a ride from John-the-west-Alabama wind
and has headed south
and Cloud Map#1465 has to be re-drawn entirely, spoiling my plans to swim to the Amazon jungle this evening at around 73.89pm)


trying to prepare to leave.

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