The Gingko Leaf






at evening the note falls through my letterbox




I turn my back

the kettle’s shrill song breaks

through and I


forgot what I came for


in morning a black rook caws and scuttles at the window

takes flight

in the rush of wings and the startled shadow

falls a living fossil


                                                the gingko tree


I turn my back


I turn my back

and mourning think I feel a loss

I turn my back


the gingko leaves drop like golden flames in autumn




becoming weightless by claws

rook pierces the heart and

carries me higher than my fear can conquer




I become the seed

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