Like Leaves
1.
more or less
perceived,
allium-pungent,
advertently plangent
while, glossy & glasslike
our point of view
filters & reflects
(to the rumble of agitated droplets)
(like distant hooves
where zebras outnumber
their plainer cousins)—
despite the paucity of
synthesis or
other human ascendancy—
(since beauty’s in
the detours)
2.
cringing
in a dry wind,
her hunted gaze
dodges.
Does he see(k)
Our Lady of Situations?
The Cave of Time?
Dodging still,
her view thins &
runs like gruel.
Shrunken, crouching
in her minor shadow,
waiting for another eye
to see her way.
The hot wind
punishes the leaves
huddling & cowering
like crones
while the heat blurs the edge
of its own weight
& wisdom softens
& submits.
The lovers’ words
repeat & what
needs hearing
withers on the tongue.
Yes but no.
Soon but never.
He thinks what he missed
might wait.
He thinks she
should lead the way.
She sees this hurtling,
hour by hour,
while ripeness ever &
ever eludes.
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