Poem: Wet Windy Leaves

 

Wet Windy Leaves

 

hunchbacked imps

slouch over pawls

of tousled grass,

similar to sprockets

in the clockwork of the lawn,

telling time with fits

moored to the quirky habits of gusts,

watch!

them flip-flop en masse, 

a shambolic pilgrimage

of miniature turtles,

and yet then, sudden,

jumping like mousetraps

on a lark,

watch!

how they

crinkle as if to snap in swift danger,

tickling each other to bits,

or latching on with wistful pride,

as if they might be stars

in a dark swatch of sky,

stars, yes,

granting yet another child's game

a fondest, most lovely wish

with every stagger of midrib,

every galumph.

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4/24/25 .. slight eds

4/10/25  eds.

3/22/25 changed punctuation, addressed a typo

3/21/25 ... a hideously large number of edits...