This Common Phrase

            This common phrase—
            leaves piling, hiding, cowering along the path,
            interred beneath their feet,
            a few simple words
            common enough 
            to go
            miles without
            remembering them—
            Occluded dead,
            turning leaves turn forever and again…
            Precious little precious time valued is,
            uncommon enough,
            roundabout the wind swirling but leaves never leaving…
            Always failing to clear a
            single space for
            this common phrase…