“Leaves are the only thing in existence that ever looks good dead.”
She said…
I said…
We used to sit atop the highest hill,
And hide from the world under an immense shedding tree
We’d watch over the beautiful city,
Orange in the horizon,
Trying spot scattered Evergreens
We would see ghost, dance in a trail of chimney smoke
Finger-shoot birds perched atop roofs and power lines
We would look to the sky,
And name all the things we could find
We would catch each falling leaf,
And kiss, each time it were ever caught green
We’d jump into a pile of leaves
Lay on our backs, sit there and just think
We’d pray for the day to never end
The leaves to keep falling,
The two of us, to keep thriving,
And for her to not die…
…
..
.
And still I pray, as I sit alone atop this hill,
Remembering:
“Leaves are the only thing in existence that ever looks good dead.”