I threw a leaf off.
It waltzed itself in the air
without fear or despair.
The little green dancer dropped
dead slowly,
taking his time in the wind,
taking his pleasure with plastic bags and supermarket catalogues
admist this harsh and frosty gale.
My brave leaf seemed to ascend at times,
but mostly plummeting.
It might have reached near-mach 1 in a second,
but I could not be sure. (and I think it didn't know)
As I waved
(either to say "goodbye" or "come back")
I looked up and saw
on the balcony above me was a ***
of plant with other leaves, waiting.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
I threw a leaf off.
It waltzed itself in the air
without fear or despair.
The little green dancer dropped
dead slowly,
taking his time in the wind,
taking his pleasure with plastic bags and supermarket catalogues
admist this harsh and frosty gale.
My brave leaf seemed to ascend at times,
but mostly plummeting.
It might have reached near-mach 1 in a second,
but I could not be sure. (and I think it didn't know)
As I waved
(either to say "goodbye" or "come back")
I looked up and saw
on the balcony above me was a ***
of plant with other leaves, waiting.
