here.

Here on my limb,
I post mark the leaves so that when they fall,
you'll know where they came from.

I watch the tops of the heads of dizzied passers by while they swoon.
and my leaves fall floatingly,
down, down, down.

I am above all conjunction,
my dazed-crazy head is too great a lover for traffic lights,
cars,
commotion.

I scoop my heart up next to my knees,
and breathe in the altitude of being too far,
but just close enough.

And I wait for someone
to look up.