Altogether brighter, not the
somber green of conifers.
Broad leaves, fig and frangipani, Indian almond,
pinnate, monkey-pod and Madagascar flamboyant.
No blossoms at this season
but the leaves will not fall.
I am unmoored from the calendar,
released from the tyranny of fall and spring.
I watch the rivers fill and sink,
slower breathing than I'm used to.
O leaf, green leaf that rhymes with grief
I'm learning to let go. Show me
how to choose my time.
Books Available
Dervish Lions
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
High-Voltage Lines
Knocking from Inside
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