The Leaf in My Pocket
and Other Poems


The Leaf in My Pocket

                           will never
                                  fade   brittle
                             rip   or crumble
                     to its skeleton
                 of veins

                                  I cannot
                see its color


                if I think green
                     it must be green


                   red   red


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