Eric Paul Shaffer
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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