Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Wish'd a Maple Leaf

I dreamed of leaves on fingertips
A bud that grew between my lips
My eyes were opened in my sleep
I saw unfold the maple leaf

Beneath my hand, I felt the heat
The tree had risen to its feet
And then I craved,
…bring me a maple leaf

When you are off from the land of the Czar bring me a maple leaf—dried and auburn!

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