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Autumn Leaves

Marilyn Chin

The dead piled up, thick, fragrant, on the fire escape.
My mother ordered me again, and again, to sweep it clean.
All that blooms must fall. I learned this not from the Tao,
but from high school biology.

Oh, the contradictions of having a broom and not a dustpan!
I swept the leaves down, down through the iron grille
and let the dead rain over the Wong family's patio.

And it was Achilles Wong who completed the task.
We called her:
She blossomed, tall, benevolent, notwithstanding.

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"Autumn Leaves" from The Phoenix Gone, the Terrace Empty
by Marilyn Chin. Copyright © 1994. Reprinted with the permission of Milkweed Editions.


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