Leaves
goes away
forsakes
breaks faith
with love and home
takes the wind-carousel
that fills the valleys
with far-fairground bluster
plays at gypsying
runs off
at night
and wakes
foreign
Leaves
wills and
bequeaths
keepsakes and remembrance
of what was within
the grasp of a hand –
the blade’s laughter
(keep in your mind
summer
was only
joking)



Can't wait to read more. Buddy referred me to you!










38 old applause
