A man who was a weaver of fairy-stories told
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
a leaf, very green
vibrant, her veins
heavy with sap,
her homeward bend
Look close at her
and you can see
(Photo of the painting "Leaf by Laura")