without condition

i saw this leaf . . . still pale red

with hints of tangerine about its fringes

lying still

asleep

nestled in the fingers and arms

and throats and eyes and arms and hearts

of a hedge

that had somehow taken 

this leaf  . . . still pale red

with hints of tangerine about its fringes

into

their welcoming

fingers and arms

and throats and eyes and arms and hearts

without condition