Poem 9/21/09

I could never leave you,
not in the orchard.
Where crows sing,
and winds pick up.
Where I can leave my body,
to lie with leaves,
ignoring clouds.

When Autumn pulls at layers,
and layers pull to the ground,
and your shoes are off,
and skin is in the air,
only to be caught,
seemingly.

To run.
To run across a limit,
and not even sigh.

Only to wind up in the orchard.
Where I'd never leave you,
but I'm sure you'd understand if I did.

Had I done so,
there could be no forgiveness for my actions.

Envious of your limitless ground,
as I retire to another ground,
only a yard long,
empty driveway.