oz

loud storms
last night

a new pond
of leaves
encircle the tree
in the front yard

in the twilight
the yellow leaves
glisten with rain
but so does the road
and it is our own
yellow brick road

does it lead
to the land of sold houses?
or the land of good health?

maybe it is
all just a figment of
my imagination
because as the sun rises
the leaves fade
the road is gone
all that's left
are soggy, scattered
remnants of a once
vibrant tree

and the raking begins...