in afternoon
when breezes are stiff
and sweet blooms
hibernate and drift,

i await new destinations
and break old ideas,
as birds exhaust pollination
and search new reasons.

a gust soft lifts my hair,
and sets it back down.
my emotions are bare,
and my sorrows drown.

i rest my hands on my knees
and pretend,
i'm dried leaves
waiting on the wind.