I saw out ahead of me two leaves fighting,
like little boys in the dirt, over a match of marbles:
Rolling, Rolling, Rolling;
Vying for dominance.
When the breeze from the passing car died away,
and the impetus for their argument left them,
they halted for a brief moment,
standing on their edges,
like two friends shaking hands after a spat.
Then they laid down on the road,
no more than two leaves
....waiting for the next passing car to set them spiraling once again.