Poem: A Leaf

G.L. Morrison
On the ground there is a leaf

the color of rust, for a moment

water beaded along the edge

it was a knife and I bent to pick up for you

I'm thinking of a movie

I never saw, but only heard

about. In it a man killed his lover

with this knife

which he throws in the river

and goes back to her body to find

it gone.

All night he stands

in the cold stream of water

looking for the knife he threw away

to prove himself that he killed her

that he loved her, that she lived.

Published by G.L. Morrison

With sundry awards, magazines & anthologies to her credit, Morrison's taught writers @conferences in Portland, Seattle, SF, Boston, Chicago, NYC and Washington DC at the Library of Congress.  View profile

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