I saw a leaf upon the ground in Spring
Wrong place, I thought
But then trees, like heads
Must moult and summer’s depth depends upon it

Deeper I go to, now
The place where old leaves
And left over hair collates
Dated in sections and archived
Together with the last unicorn
Toes and tiger milk.

Text: © J. L. Nash, 2010


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