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Red LeafAuthor(s): Michael BurkardSource: The North American Review, Vol. 273, No. 3 (Sep., 1988), p. 43Published by: University of Northern IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25124991 .
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N A R
A Poetry
Emphasis
RED LEAF Michael Burkard
You have come to the end and there is a red leaf?it is staring across the chasm where your friend is dreaming?before the two of you,
your friend and you, your alias and your bridge, fell into poison.
A sunset is a neck.
A rain is falling outside no one.
Upon god's mother there was a spider
but Helen killed it.
And she is not your memory nor her own.
And the dream is as ill as someone else.
And no one in the world now seems as alone as your friend.
And the world is hard on your friend when your friend is feeling alone.
You have come to the end and there is a red leaf?it is the one
your friend blew from a palm in laughter, laughter about the mission of god, and the leaf
fell but you took it. But you took it and placed it away. And tonight you have found it?by accident?in your book.
A book you stole.
A book you will never return.
A book belonging to those you called your tormentors
on a small day in a small spring when it was hot then cold. And no one knew
what was coming next.
The red leaf is beautiful.
Intact. Intact red.
Your belief in it is as important as your belief in your friend.
For that reason alone you hold it to your heart, and to your head.
Poison seems more invisible than death. No.
No.
You have come to the end and there is this red leaf?it is the one
you press to your heart as if it could be the world.
r 1988
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