Expectations of a Leaf
Coray, Anne
Expectations of a Leaf All winter it hung from the twine of a branch, as if waiting for more than the wind's hard mallet to strike it down; tip curled up, it assumed the shape of a bell, but...
...And all those leaves, fallen already, kept hidden their wings, mysteriously grown when they'd given up, sky-jumped and glided into the field, its soil loosely packed, composed of eternally crumbling ancient skins...
...the grasses, bent to a shower of snow, stayed put...
...its edges failed to create a dragon or ship...
...tip curled up, it assumed the shape of a bell, but made no sound...
...ANNE CORAY...
...It could not fold...
...The ground did not rise in greeting...
Vol. 131 • November 2004 • No. 20
