there is a leaf
that falls from branches who
were praying to the sky
it swims through the air and lands on
kneeling roots
there is a leaf
that is not yet a leaf but a tree
for it receives blood still
from legs that are being
severed at this moment
there is a leaf
that arrives at a concrete forest overrun by
hasty metal beetles with
granite logs smudged by giant silver cobwebs
it is disposed of quickly
there is a leaf
who is a passenger of the winds
like many who merely hope to tease the sky
and gracefully descend
only to become dirt again
there is a leaf
that is painted across
a pearly gown
its underside caresses a damsel's soft ivory skin
it cannot be destroyed
~tc
