FOUR FEATHERS PRESS ONLINE EDITION: GRASS LEAVES Send up to three poems on the subject of or at least mentioning the words grass and/or leaves, totaling up to 150 lines in length, in the body of an email message or attached in a Word file to donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59 PM PST on January 17th. No PDF's please. Color artwork is also desired. Please send in JPG form. No late submissions accepted. Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Grass Leaves will be published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, January 25th between 3 and 5 pm PST

Wednesday, January 15, 2025

Don Kingfisher Campbell

I Am Leaf

 

glow green all day

powered by sun

 

after gusts or rain

fall brown and flat

 

stuck to surface but

through wind and feet

 

and mouths I move

into ground as before

 

provide inspiration

for those who live

 

I will circle back

around food chain

 

again of use as always

like my sisters and brothers




Paint the leaves


While the world goes

Down a drain


Prison bars

Replace curtains


Birds flee

Radioactive wind


Fractured windows

Imitate trees


Webbed walls

Fly away as dust


Close the door

On the ant masses


Who salute

Tattered flags


From smashed

Family units




Dew drops on a dead leaf


The giant goes for a walk

under the blazing sun

The behemoth steps and steps

on long concrete sidewalk


A small insect traverses the

width of a rectangle just ahead


One gargantuan sandal darkens

the sky above the bug only briefly


It was the last thing it ever felt,

a mindless accident of location



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