A few leaves floated from the tree
as she turned and spoke to me
one curled softly around her head
like a baby dragon's breath.
The look that held me then and now
eyes of green, a jeweled brow
a glance would make one dance all day
remembering their recent play.
Although a leaf found in a book
with a mark said "yes I would"
drove me to consider when
she spoke about a residence.
And then the evening did arrive
in spite of patience sorely tried
I hurried quickly with a look
never having read the book.
Or the page was ripped before
by the owner much adored
pointed out in a few leaves
clipped and rolled hid in my sleeve.
As I followed Brookline Streets
to the place we often met
window high, tree limbs near sky
familiar cry, another guy!
And I started laughing then
poetry my greatest friend
Leaves of Grass rolled in my hand
and in a moment high again!
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