{random poetry #44}

Halfway


(...) I’m moving
away from this tree by the river.
As I go, this is how I want
to keep us: blessing these woods

we lost one another in, blessing
these trees, even their dying leaves,
and their dying color, yellow.
A sweet yellow.  Tender, if

you’ll let me use that word.
Please, for all of us who once
had a love, and now have another,
let us use that word tender, tenderly.

Levi, J. H., (1999) in One I Gazed at You in Wonder