This poem is taken from Stand 225, 18(1) March - May 2020.

Eric Paul Shaffer Three Poems
Nin’s Leaf

In a letter, Nin sent a leaf she found. Stiff and elegant,
        the leaf was done with light, but retained the shape
earth and wind framed for fire. Through a long autumn

        on a sidewalk, the leaf had lost most of the matter
of green, and the lattice of veins was all that remained
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