A Leaf

brown, withered and
crawled up the walk
to my feet and
did a little flip-flop
onto the grass as
two pigeons strutted
like jail guards
up the walkway (looking
for the leaf, I think)
and a squirrel came by
to speak to the pigeons
who nodded their heads
and looked in the
direction of the leaf
who skittered off–
in the nick of time.

Wayne F. Burke's poetry has been widely published online and in print (including in Dissident Voice). He is the author of eight published full-length poetry collections -- most recently BLACK SUMMER, 2021, Spartan Press. He lives in Vermont (USA). Read other articles by Wayne F..