A rustling sound, and
a big palm leaf hurled to the floor.
Not to its own garden where it grew,
but over to the neighbouring patch.
The signs were there
- the browning of the leaf; and
the gradual detachment of the leaf from the tree trunk.
How blind not to see.
Perhaps it's choosing not to see.
No need to call in the gardener,
don't care if it falls over to the neighbour's backyard.
How neglected the leaf must feel,
if it can (feel).
One moment it was producing food
from the chlorophyll ...
the next, it was dropped unceremoniously
from the tree that it had been faithfully feeding.
So near its homeland, yet so far away.
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