Dawn Leaf

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Dawn Leaf

Blue,
against the cold light
of tomorrowness,
I heard a dawn leaf drop,
Sinking static
through unfeeling currents of meaning;

a new idea flaked
off the thoughtscreen;
through the mirrored folds
prismatic
I glimpsed its jagged perspective
refine the clear airs of truth.

Beside the bed
the bucket;
Amid our expectorations into it
No one can tell
it awaits the fumble of a foot,
its metal clattering
as it careens into the spirals
to an eager afterlife.

Thus this year
and the next –
every fumble
a step towards the bucket.

And afterlife –
an unkept promise.

First written January 1, 2000

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