Cannon Drive
Did you see that leaf
Just now in the windshield?
Big and floppy, translucent cinnamon
Wafting in the blue afternoon
The way undulating ocean
Creatures seem majestically alive.
Just now in the windshield?
Big and floppy, translucent cinnamon
Wafting in the blue afternoon
The way undulating ocean
Creatures seem majestically alive.
Everything slowed to a stop.
Only the leaf was moving.
We’ll be home soon, I thought,
My stomach roller-coastering from
The dipping hill on Cannon Drive.
It’s important not to think
Of it as having landed
And worse to imagine
The moment just before its release.
Think of a lousy hotel Bible.
Imagine your mother’s face
When you were eleven
And you realized for the first
Time how everything
For her hinged on you.
Weak November sun
Dappling thin rippled skin
Of the recently fallen
Like pages of scripture
Backlit by a flickering candle
Just strong enough to get through
Like pages of scripture
Backlit by a flickering candle
Just strong enough to get through
11/21/21
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