Confessions of a Nature Lover

Back then I was going steady


with fog, who could dance


like no one’s business, I threw her over

for a leaf that one day fluttered


first her shadow then her whole life

into my hand, that’s a lot


of responsibility and a lot


of relatives, this leaf


and that leaf and all the other leaves

hung around, I told her

I needed space, which was true,

without it, I’d only be a soul


and no one’s sure that wisp


is real, that’s why we say


of real estate location, location,

location, and of speech,


locution, locution, locution,


and of love, yes, yes, yes,


I am on my knees,

will you have me,

world?