Page 15 - Reflectoem Magazine Issue 10
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A leaf






                   I look at the sky through a sawn leaf,


                   it's good that I only see small


                   fragments,


                   extracts from the blue cocoon of the


                   day


                   I can move the leaf to the right or


                   further north or south-


                   whatever comes to mind


                   I can cover the ugliness, cover what I


                   don't want to see;


                   I wish fear and stupidity were objects


                   - I could bring the worn leaf  closer to


                   my eye and  they would be gone


                   forever


                   I look into this chafing and see the


                   Scottish tartan of clouds, beech trees


                   and pines

                   dried grass, all of them  like puzzle




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