There was a shiver on a leaf outside my window,
A leaf on the wiry bush beside the tree.
Listen to me:
The air was still.
The bush was quiet.
There was only silence in the grass.
But this leaf shivered.
Listen to me:
I would not have you think it was cold outside
(That is not why I was locked inside the room.
There was much business to attend to,
You understand,
Poems to read, issues to consider.)
Nor would I tell you a lonesome and
Drifting wind affected this and only
This particular leaf.
(The chances are so slim.)
Rather, I can only tell you that this one leaf
Just happened to move as I
Just happened to glance its way.
And, yes, I think, yes,
It moved just for me.
1975
From Text and Commentary (Mandala Publishing)
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