This poem won’t contain any leaves
I’d like to warn you upfront
If you were expecting leaves
now is your chance to exit
quietly to the back of the room
or the front I don’t know
where the door is located
in this imaginary space All I know
is that there are no leaves
I’m all leafed out
There won’t be any raindrops either
I almost forgot to mention
there won’t be any raindrops
but I didn’t forget to mention
there won’t be any raindrops
so consider yourself informed
there won’t be any raindrops
I realize I’m being repetitive
I’ve been told repetitively
that’s one way
to get you to listen
This article appears in November 2015.
