ginkgo leaf


I feel like a river
so full I might overflow my banks
for years, so dry, now I am water, falling—
falling like the ginkgo leaves,
that lie scattered like footprints on the sidewalk,

so rain-slicker yellow, they are wet, oh
I had such a fever, once
I was empty as an old Halloween pumpkin,
scraped, drying, dry inside,
dying I was dying, I was lying

on my back, floating on the current
so hot the water sizzled when it touched my skin
I floated so long
hypnotized by love and the sky and
the fever’s fire

Once I was a wound, bleeding
Now I am welling up vivid as blood—
maybe I could be that red rose, blooming,
trembling in November’s
sharp teeth

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Elaine Olund

I'm a writer, artist and designer who thinks way too much, and tries to see the beauty in the world.

4 thoughts on “Aftermath”

  1. Beautiful poem! I love the topic. Did you take the picture? Burst of yellow against dull brown. Very nice!

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