I told you I saw
a leaf
Dancing in black
water,
Unfurling like a
green dress,
Unmoored and
unfettered.
And soon I’d
find a poem,
Whether in days
or months or more,
Where the leaf
would be a metaphor
For something unknowable.
This I said to
you one night ago;
On said night I
saw a spirit move.
It was sprightly,
a sprightly creature
Dancing by the
light of a naked moon.
Her hair was golden sand sprinkled
In three
thousand waves.
All the trees clapped their hands to her cadence.
Even her beads of sweat were iridescent.
Even her beads of sweat were iridescent.
It took me eight
whole seconds
To recognize you
then;
Because for a
moment
I only saw a
leaf
Dancing in the
wind.
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