a tale about Niggle, who was a painter.
And a neighbor.
And Niggle, wanting to paint
a tree, painted only a single leaf.
The storyteller didn't know, did he,
that his story Leaf by Niggle
would also weave, once upon another time,
a heart-tie between me
and another—an artist like Niggle
who painted
a leaf, very green
vibrant, her veins
heavy with sap,
her homeward bend
giving
away
her deepest
longings.
Look close at her
and you can see
the red
that
covers
all.
(Photo of the painting "Leaf by Laura")
