Unmown grass arches over an autumn leaf;
its serrated wafer edges, points softening
into an unfinished rainbow of browns.
This diseased mottling to hen feathers,
a fortune teller’s tea blend for the future.
How does this ageing work:
the next Neuropteris hollandica
preserved from these Renoir patterns?
Our child’s play caught in foxy words
or written into fern seed fossils!
| Living remembrance ungardened,|
I grasp its wet stalk. History blades
my hand, as I lift this not-yet-earth
from green skies. Into the chill
shadowing my world now.
Air dries the leaf. Dullness pinched
Which fragments – metal skin,
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