leaves

by sasha

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-03-08 08:22:00

Parent message is 399603
the links
of my child-hood chain
are made of leaves
and dried twigs.
my friends were bushes
and roots.

i collected them,
kept them close.
stored in sunny areas
of my apartment lawn.
nestled a few in my pockets.

i learned to speak their language.
sometimes, i fear i have forgotten,
until i nod
unknowingly
as the oak tree sways to the right.