the leaf
if i could tell you
what i hear when there is nothing;
the green leaf that falls from the tree
pleas for the sharp grass to not pierce her flesh.you would say it’s “imaginative”.but it would not change the fear of that leaf
as you say – “drifting lazily upon the breast of wind”?
cast to the ground,
the impact breaks her into pieces.you say “i hear nothing -
it is a pleasant dream
meditate on it calmly-
find solitude in natures subtlety.”the blades of grass
cut deeply without care;
until the sun bores through;
and she weeps out it’s color.and fades away.
a circle of life, you say?you say ” its fine.”
maybe sublime?
as you say – “drifting lazily upon the breast of wind”?
cast to the ground,
the impact breaks her into pieces.
it is a pleasant dream
meditate on it calmly-
find solitude in natures subtlety.”
cut deeply without care;
until the sun bores through;
and she weeps out it’s color.
a circle of life, you say?
maybe sublime?
-keith deno










