The baby blue sky covers the treetops
unison expanse covering the land.
The land which I find myself
walking on. Upon the pebbled path
trees rustle in the wind as if I
could speak to them, and they to I.
A leaf detaches from its home,
falling, it spirals, its border lit like fire,
twisting. I hear only thumping
footsteps, my feet upon the paths
pearly pebbles. Swishing of the leaf
mixes with the pebbles beneath my feet
mixing rhythm with a rhyme.
Standing there, standing still is time,
swishing and thumping making music,
the leaf dances in the air as I stare
moving my body in circles. Air whips around
I and the leaf in equal time. I and the leaf
equal in time, the spine of the tree, the spine
of each. Swishing and thumping mixing
to one sound, the heart beat – ba boom –
varicose veins extend to the tips of the leaves
pulsing blue blood from my fingers,
sap fills my forearm.
I no longer see sun,
only footprint.
Hear only air,
leaf outline
line
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