Saturday, November 17, 2012

without condition


i saw this leaf . . . still pale red
with hints of tangerine about its fringes
lying still
asleep
nestled in the fingers and arms
and throats and eyes and arms and hearts
of a hedge
that had somehow taken 
this leaf  . . . still pale red
with hints of tangerine about its fringes
into
their welcoming
fingers and arms
and throats and eyes and arms and hearts
without condition


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