Tuesday
life is split
between the day
and the night
leaves join
when its dark
and unfold as it
becomes light
tuesday morning
the sun is alight
and shining
like a sigh in
the drawn
curtains of
morning
the light in the sky
that’s dawning again
is so strange
the birds just cry
in strains of spliced
delight the dropping
leaves look like
their children
heading off
on their
very first flight