Dripping Leaves

Caught between
spring and summer
sunshine and rain

I pause in the stillness
awaiting your move.
I deliberate

The rain starts and stops
I collect the fragments together.
If I can find them tiny enough

they will vanish altogether.
This, in the doing, is all
I can play of this game.

Another moment, there is more
time to ponder, to wonder about
how it happened or will

transpire. We sit holding hands,
drooping like last week's flowers.
In this rush of love are we caught

upon rocks, dripping leaves, silent

24 June 1999

J.F. Now

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© Nowick Gray