Dusk Somewhere

The Communist Hypothesis (poem)

Posted at — Nov 21, 2022 by Izzy Meckler

I threw a leaf in the stream.
After smoothly travelling downstream a little,
It gets stuck against a rock.
I stood watching that leaf, and then:
Another one, smaller, on a slightly different trajectory,
Flew right by it.

Did the new leaf fall in on its own?
Or maybe someone else threw it in upstream
Further back and out of sight.