Leaf

early risers
drink
the daylight hours
by the pound
ten, eleven ounces
of the banded sound
belonging to the sun above the ground

children’s hands to children’s heart
the laughter as they tear apart
your body,
the loss
a refutation of addition
by
phyllic incantation

fire scat from burning piles
drifts into a bowl of flowers
years turn into days and hours
sorrow grows a hillock on your back

your hunch among the crowds
confirms the co-location of the earth and clouds
do not forget its cold and wet development
has covered you in peace and tears

in time, the wet nurse
calls you in her cadence
the mammary glance of endlessness
feeds you
invites you to its glade
wherein the wildness grows and fades
beneath
the sturdy bow, address
of messrs, maidens
tending to the progress
of the fallen leaves

the Invisible King
believes
in maintenance