Young man shivers on the ground next to a bus bench | Casa de Oro, Southern California, 2006
Little red leaves
titter on the huff of
wind, then they cease
any unsteady
movement. Tipped to their cusp,
little red leaves
fill slowly
from his cuts.
When they cease
resembling any
sense of ‘cup’,
the little red leaves
open like poppies.
With one last half-puff
his wind ceased
cycling past tongue and teeth
to the popped balloon of lung,
and though little red left
his wound, it then ceased.
Zebulon
Huset