he felt itheard it long before he saw it
it was coming up behind him
it didnt frighten himhe wasnt apprehensive
he was excitedhe knew in his bones it was going to be odd
but odd thingsunexpected things
had a way of finding him
he didnt hide
or cover his trail if they were looking
for him thats wha he told people if they were looking for him he didnt want
there to be any reason why they missed him
it helped he was observant
sometimes things would be shy
hed have to coax them out tell them they were beautiful or extraordinary or without peer peerless
slowly theyd reveal themselves expose themselves
theyd
be peerless as he expected unexpectedly
he felt it at his back
he stopped walking and turned
aroundput his finger between the pages of the book he was reading and waited
as moments
passed he knew it was going to be the shit
it felt huuge
anthenthere creeping through the naked tree crowns he saw
it coming in low born
in the sky asif looking to sea and
catching a hint of a riptide surreptitious dangerous
if one panicked
a queer blue wind subtlyseparate from the rest of the sky someone else might miss it not him
it splashed down on the old corrupt
pavement and ran towards himwide as the
streetrunning between the high curbs that were
cut stone quarried it was old town more than one hundred years
old the trees lining it older
blue fingers rivulets
preceded it
one
struck a solitary fallen leaf it was at
the head of others and the driedbrown leaf
spun up into the air stroked dancing
and the higher it rose others now
dancing just above the pavement it grew soft supple it transmogrifiedbegan
changing colours chameleonish toying with tints brash subtle outrageous marbling
and as it rose others followed they as unabashed like crazedascending confetti the leaf landed like a origami bird on one bare limb
and under it a riot of leaves conspiringforming a mad murmuration separated like cyclones then fell together
again and joined the solitary lead leaf
an aura surrounding it dappling the line of winter treestheir denuded branches
their colours
like neon scarlet yellows greens
peach fluttering like oxygenated flames
the tail of the queer blue wind was approaching
he was terribly sorry to see it
the roosting leaves shiveredtheir
colours sluicing away
one by one they began fallingbrowning then en masse
he had turned to follow their dance
and now faced back up the street where he had intended
the leaves rainiedstirred
in the wake of the wind
he was losing sight of it
it grew more more evermore pale a sigh sweptup now in silence
however the first leaf remained were it roosted
its colour bleeding out
it curled around a stubby shoot
and before its animation was
exhausted it impaled one of its lobes
hes checked on it since
it is still there
an afternoon in early
January, 2021
1436, Thursday,
28 1. 21
Pharoah Sanders Bedria
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