They are poetry leaves dragging by wind,
To pause by the edge of the asphalt road.

You can wear poetry leaves as garments,
A fig leaf against your tiny inside shames.

Or wear them against your insider howls
In v-shaped wolf snouts against a moon

Or make winter fires of them on sidewalk,
Their smoke spiraling into electric wires .

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