Confessions of a Nature Lover

Bob Hicok

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,