bliss station ~ poetry

leaf meet button, button meet leaf

the fullness of trees keeps me from stripping.

I'd unbutton for every fall but buttons
don't grow back as leaves do, leaves
have veins & buttons holes, leaves
hold dew like life swaddles touch, buttons
have to let it all pass through.

if my fingers were made
in dreams, they'd be a jetty into the air, calling
little boats nodding in their own shadows,
to dock, but they are not. on some days

I feel my not-stripping is what keeps the trees
full & it is in your hands to cause autumn.

~Ajay
4/9/19