Leon Forrest

“My mother died, Nathan, five years later, upon the floor of some rich folks’ place. .
.. Dropped right down by the window in the upper room of this palace-like house she used to work in... Like a leaf, Nathan, in the last days of fall, that been holding on, as if there was something to hold on towards, like a life that is out of season or out of sight and doesn’t understand it is over, but must go on blowing in the wind even though the wind ain’t got nothing to do with it, but can’t die natural neither. . . . And ’cause it is strange and rare, yes rare, it has to die suddenly . . . has to die suddenly and can’t hint that they dying cause they don’t know they dying. ...”
― Leon Forrest, There Is a Tree More Ancient Than Eden