leaf-gravity

 

                            just that the mist

 although the flecks on her skin this was not a letter

we floated the dented mailbox down the river as if to say 'what you will'

just the wistful birds that wind easily into  tunnels, fiercer /

& the concentration of years & the taste of beets, crushed

                                                                                                                   leaf-gravity

what will become of you, the pale lettering, you harbored against the wall of the train track apartment

            finally, the land is given

                        but the part should stay