Leaves by Gill McEvoy


Folded boats of pink almond leaf float down pavements
in the wind, bright coins of beech jink and shuffle in the pockets
of the trees, crumble of dry tobacco dust in gutters, the tulip tree is
holding on to leaves of bright green, bantam bronze, refusing
to let go, the horse chestnut frees a last enormous leaf which settles
on the ground. An upturned hand. Open to anything.
• Gill McEvoy

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