Gathering Leaves in Grade School
Judith Harris
They were smooth ovals,
and some the shade of potatoes—
some had been moth-eaten
or spotted, the maples
were starched, and crackled
like campfire.

(poetry diary 171 – 2/7/17) Just wanted to put up a school poem today.DeVos hangs in balance before tight Senate vote – Tom LoBianco & Eugene Scott, CNN, 2/7/17]