The Carmine Leaf

Wednesday, October 29, 2008 

The thought tumbles in, a carmine October leaf  That pillows on her tongue. Foreign to her palate, she wonders what this is,  Rolls it about sampling its flavor Draws back in realization, in fear of the words.  She denies them as unwanted squatters. There is no room for them in her. She winces and swallows them  Only to have them rejected, brought back.  She tries to pass it into the mouth of another,  They do not budge.  She turns her back on them,  But still they stay.  These uninvited thought words Nourished and fed by her breath they grow  Threatening to choke her  Or spill out an uncontrolled jumble tumble.  Until one day she opens her mouth  A torrent of crimson leaves spilling from her lips. Her child self giggles  And launches into the pile  Scattering the leaves Letting the love go.