Anonymous
Karyn Indursky
In a field of leaves,
he stands alone,
remembering glorious days
where rustling leaves tickled
his bare feet to liven
his spirit with hypnotic caresses
in his blessing of spirituality
amongst the leaves fallen
from the trees to die
a colorful death
like his friendships and lovers
he lost away the way,
but as he stands there
in his field of leaves
he's wiser than he ever was
for he has found his true self.