memories of green.
Leaves curl their thought-full

lips some million times in one
tree's world. Yellow &

     red syllables slip

from a branchy mouth's forgetting
a dream. Wind begins.

Slate-green lake-water lifts
white faces of spray surprised

by Earth's abrupt tilt.
A goose skids sideways

across sky; its honk stretched out
on storm. I stand still.

A flesh leaf settles
sensitised red between your 

legs. Your gusty eyes
release the leaf of my skin.