The Leaf

I woke up this morning
With a dried leaf in my hair.
Probably got there from
The blustery evening yesterday,
And I just didn’t notice.

Which is, of course,
A very boring way to explain
Why there was a leaf in my hair.
It should be because
I was rolling in the grass
With a dog,
Or a child,
Or just because I wanted to roll in the grass.

Maybe that leaf got there after a kiss
On the ground,
In the leaves
The kind of kiss that
Transports you to a place
Not of this Earth
And you don’t care much
What your hair looks like.

I picked the leaf from my hair
And resolved to make the next leaf
A story to tell.
Copyright ©2017 Edward Branley

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