The Gingko Leaf

 

 

 

 

 

at evening the note falls through my letterbox

 

                                                remember

 

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

mourn

I turn my back

and mourning think I feel a loss

I turn my back

again

the gingko leaves drop like golden flames in autumn

 

                                                remember

 

becoming weightless by claws

rook pierces the heart and

carries me higher than my fear can conquer

 

release

 

I become the seed

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