And it is then that a single leaf falls on the theatre floor, in subtle punctuation of a louder presence than a frail echo, and asks the reason why I turned poet, do I know?
Yes, I whisper back to the single leaf, and say, so I could have poetic license to love you.
Paperback. JamFruitTree Publications.
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