Mass for a fallen leaf

by Jeannie Prinsen

On the street I saw a yellow leaf that

a car had driven over, leaving a

tire print resembling a staff of music.

I looked around for someone to show it

to, but everyone was hurrying through

sheets of rain. I gave it my most solemn

attention for a moment. I could have taken

the leaf home and dried it between

the pages of a book, but I left it at rest

on the pavement. I saw this as a minor

act of love: I thought that someone else

might see it, commiserate

with its flattened, tired

condition, read the notes, and take

comfort — just as I did when I walked

off, humming its autumnal requiem.

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