Yellow leafs, sec
token away by the wind
in the desert forest
on the world’s wings.

Dad leafs, whitened up,
and leaven by the time
take my vagrant longing
to my lover’s doorway.

And if you will not find her
or my longing will be not received
take it with you faraway
in the black loneliness.

And if you will find her
and if she will enjoy
come back to me again
resuscitated in the spring