Padded leaves layer up
And lean down under delicate weight.
Tight structures, spreading abroad.
Downy green, downy in the light,
No matter how you turn it.
Experimental twists, growing.
Patchwork sunshine does not
Carpet, but pauses lightly there.
Light made up of leaves.
What texture? To touch it would
Transform it to something solid;
And lines would slant away.
That frozen grain in the wood
Shows you – the shape of use.
Away! Planes and lines! Away!
Closely clustered, in pairs
And larger statements:
Form evolves, happily!
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