The Leaving
Take everything I have ever said.
Take it, I say!
Leave me silent.
Leave me nonresponsive.
Leave me.
Let me lie alone
on the ground awhile
beneath these trees.
When the tiny leaves
deem it time to reappear,
I will wake and speak again.
When the leaves return
to regreen the world—
then and only then.
All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.