the leaf invited me to hold her in my hand
to notice her fine leaf structure next to mine,
how the light captured her raised ridges,
each encircling its own small landscape.
the lines on my hand run over the edges
into the forest air, like rain off an
umbrella.
we recognized each other in appreciation but
I know that she will stay here, as she happened to be,
folded in half over a newly formed branch,
and I have to follow the lines which cascade off
of my hands towards some unknown future.
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