The Leaf I Saved From The Rain
The remnant blade
That faithfully saluted
Past summer mornings
And raised silvered dew
Spent a year in my car
Quite reserved,
Down in one of my
Tuck-away corners.
I had seen it fall
From its sprouting shelf
And I wondered
As it bladed quietly,
Point down
To the brushy ground:
Was it because of me
That it fell?
Now, enzymatic flavonoids gone,
Its blood-green water melted away,
I stroke the structure
Left behind,
An intricate veined palm
Of embrowned fragileness,
Resembling the tremulous fear
In thinned women.
Such beauty, I bespoke to myself;
And again I wondered:
Was it because of me
That it fell?
—Dumas fils
The remnant blade
That faithfully saluted
Past summer mornings
And raised silvered dew
Spent a year in my car
Quite reserved,
Down in one of my
Tuck-away corners.
I had seen it fall
From its sprouting shelf
And I wondered
As it bladed quietly,
Point down
To the brushy ground:
Was it because of me
That it fell?
Now, enzymatic flavonoids gone,
Its blood-green water melted away,
I stroke the structure
Left behind,
An intricate veined palm
Of embrowned fragileness,
Resembling the tremulous fear
In thinned women.
Such beauty, I bespoke to myself;
And again I wondered:
Was it because of me
That it fell?
—Dumas fils