• A LEAVING IN TIME
    by UC Poika


    A silver maple leaf, feeling my hand,
    There within these pages, wrapped, sure to stand,
    Bring along pleasant memories which weigh the cost,
    Remain hard pressed, catalogued, booked, but lost,
    Written on Time's flash-paper, entombed,
    Afire, burning its moments, I assumed,
    Once upon a tree it grew big and strong,
    Leaving for the earth where it could never belong,
    I planned it as a pair of dissectors purveying plants
    For projects shunned except when fulfilling grants,
    And replaced it between chapters, verses, books
    That Bible's publisher's printed, but for its looks
    I never felt the leaf would survive to the test
    Of mental patients found in time, yet again I've digressed.