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?