Still Life, Evening with Leaves and Blinding Light

leaves in floodlight

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)

8 thoughts on “Still Life, Evening with Leaves and Blinding Light

    1. Jeff Schwaner Post author

      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?

      Reply

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