|The Heaven-Sent Leaf
The speculation of contemporary life.
The teeming green of utterance.
To feel this clean,
There is, in the heart, the hard-rendering profit.
As if we were plucking the leaves from the trees.
Let us think of the soft verdure of the spirit of this age as now inside
of us and swollen by spring rain.
To imagine oneself as a river.
To imagine oneself as a stretch of cool water,
Pouring into a basin or brain.
And if one knows one is not free?
One crawls from the back of the head to the river
And places one's pinkie oh so cautiously in.
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