I See Leaf People

I see leaf people, And the unsettling thing is, Leaf people see [[me.]]

The first time I saw one, I was walking down a busy street, on a bright fall day. I glanced down an ally, and noticed a pile of leaves. But then the pile [[stood up.]]

I've seen many of them now. Leaf people come in the colors you'd expect. Mostly green ones and golden ones. I haven't seen a purple one yet. I see leaf people, not flower people, [[ha ha.]]

There is no chasing. They leave me alone, more-or-less. They don't have eyes, but I know they're looking at me Because they [[always face me.]]

I don't know what they were doing before I came along. I don't know what they want. I don't know a lot of things, But I do //know// about the [[leaf people.]]

In the street, I stopped a woman once and asked her if she [[saw them too.]]

[[She didn't.]]

The leaf people see me. I should be happy for the [[attention.]]

Most people see me without really seeing me, you know? They look right through me without engaging. I'm scenery to them - [[set design.]]

I don't know why people should notice me, it's just nice when they [[do.]]

I think of it this way: Do you pay particular attention To the third picket in a picket fence? The one just to the left of the gate? Or does it blend in with all the [[others?]]

I see leaf people and The leaf people see me. I should be happy for the attention. [[END]]

But she sure saw me for a moment, And walked away like she had [[somewhere to be.]]

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