Passage

Every leaf that falls

never stops falling. I once

thought that leaves were leaves.

Now I think they are feeling,

in search of a place—

someone’s hair, a park bench, a

finger. Isn’t that

like us, going from place to

place, looking to be alive?

This poem appeared in The Trees Witness Everything by Victoria Chang, published by Copper Canyon Press, 2022.

10.09.2026

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