Leaves are boundless,
They do not wish to be side-barred
into the creases where walls meet the ground,
where young children are dragged away from
by middle-class, efficient, authoritarian parents.
are like adolescent dogs in shelters
past their prime now,
but still there,
too ugly to win over loneliness
Leaves have a chance
There are no ugly leaves,
No plaintive-eyed, badly bred leaves
with a history of violence.
They long to be disturbed
from their resting nook,
kicked into dervish
I give them what they want.