in the wind, an orange leaf
caught in the swirling breeze,
ejected from the trees like a snot
from a sneeze. She hung

in the air, dancing soap
bubbles before they pop and
disappear. She blended
her colors, the white

with the reds and stood
out, a pink carantion
with pointed petals that
spread. She rolled off

a morning dewdrop,
****** up by the razor
sharp tongue of a mother
squirrel and her naked young.