Rustle me

Not a migrant

Rustle me
through the autumn leaves
upwards
not where earthworms moisten
but where air lifts
the lightest, translucent leaves
curled and selfless with
colours of Saharan dust…

Reveal my inner blade

You see all my veins
I am heading towards you
Inside the whirlwind I lose my texture

Scoop me in your arms

I have always felt your pain
just a numb sound is all you make
like an ogre that slurs

Now whistle through me!

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Rustle me

Rustle me
through the autumn leaves
upwards
not where earthworms moisten
but where air lifts
the lightest, translucent leaves
curled and selfless with
colours of Saharan dust…

Reveal my inner blade

You see all my veins
I am heading towards you
Inside the whirlwind I lose my texture

Scoop me in your arms

I have always felt your pain
just a numb sound is all you make
like an ogre that slurs

Now whistle through me!