My friend wants to cut them off.

But I believe that nature can

Decide to drop these yellow leaves

When plant and leaves will amiably part.

As in drawings, I like dark and light

To congregate; I like lingering lines

That fade where line and page are one.

My friend likes dark lines that define.

I want a leisurely look and life.

He thinks life is work and must be

Paid for everyday: I will die

Of long disease; my friend of heart attack.

Originally published in Maufris.  From Text and Commentary, Mandala Publications, 1993.

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