Wednesday, October 9, 2013


one day I caught a virgin leaf
that sidled into my hand
like a sheet of gold and
wondered why me?
the rest could be free
instead of causing grief

I'll turn them upside down
in raked piles to image
new boughs across the horizon
and make the center my home
where instead; hands stand and
toes curl into sky roots.

the playground is my classroom
full of falling kids and flashes
of symmetry which somersault
across tessellating arms.
all the proofs I need are cracked smiles
and a breath of fresh air.


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