Still Life, Evening with Leaves and Blinding Light
The leaves were not laughing at me
(I could read their minds by floodlight)
In that perfect increment of night
when I loved the moment enough
For it to be my last they did not laugh
when I decreed it irreversible
In the barrel of empty air afloat
on the last black wave taking root
the leaves
did not laugh at me that
laughter was my own (by
floodlight they can read my mind)
Translations from the English 
Beautiful, dear Jeff.
Thank you. Had not had time to write much the last week after the reading and with family visiting, and while it’s not among my favorites, it came from a moment of peace in a jumbly time, so I wanted to get it out. Right?
You are SO right 😉
Lovely piece, Jeff. We have to take advantage of those moments. Sometimes they seem so far apart.
Thanks, Robert. These days I’m chasing those peaceful moments also known as “sleep”…
Lovely Jeff S
Beautiful.
Lovely.