A Generation of Leaves

Once as a child I lay in the tall grass
on the side of My Hill
as I thought of it then-
Mine. Mine.

The earth’s warm flank
and the swirling sky above

In my eight year old skin
mine, all mine, I thought.

But, even then I knew
I could never cut through the fiery core
all the way to China
or net the shifting sky.

I only owned desire
and its fiercer sister-
memory.

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