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[Alexander III]

Remembrance of boyhood -
like an autumn leaf
Falling into the boulevard
At rush hour.

[deryk]

A nice simile-
lacking a predicate
for my
greedy tastes.

[MystyrMystyry]

Reminds me of the opening lines of the George Johnson novel My Brother Jack:

Childhood, looking back on it, is like a mulch of fallen leaves, all bundled and gathered together...


Or something like that - it's been a long time since


But thanks for reminding me of it - I must read it again - and if you haven't, you should!