The little green leaf met the yellowed leaf in the lake one
day and fell in love immediately.
He loved her amber purity, her bold maturity crassly perforated
by her diffident insecurity--
He loved the whole of her, and the holes in her.
So he floated towards her and then under her and confessed
his love and told her that he will protect her and cradle her craters in the
palm of his being.
He said he would cover her voids and stall her fears and
care for her till they sank unto the soil.
But alas, the yellowed leaf shunned him away!
She told him to float to a leaf that needed caring,
Because her holes were her own
A part of her as much as her veins, or even more--
Because through them sparkled the water that taught her to
float.
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