Leaf

Leonard Cohen fell

An unfurled bejeweled leaf

Dying in his sleep

 

Crumbled powdered milk

That fed sleeping baby’s breath

Until it soughed sweet

 

Birds on winter’s wire

Heard the song, transposed it to

Rime and snow’s desire

 

Melted down in March

Splitting fecund soil’s soft skin

Waking bud children

 

Rose up summer songs

The summer choirs lit in lace

And emerald hues

 

Til days grew drowsy

Songs whirred from insects’ dry wings

Petals’ flung rings and

 

Leonard Cohen fell

An unfurled bejeweled leaf

Dying in his sleep

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