IMAGINE, SHE BY JANET E. AALFS

She, as you.


She, as I.




Even the one who stands behind


cheering him on.




All the leaves, every color


and shape, every size,




old ones, young ones,


sun-washed, rain-lashed,




turn in the wind.


We see them.




She as you as I,


light hidden on the undersides,




silver-soft, flutter and lift.


Even the one




who swears her man will save her.


Even she




remembers, tells it, weeps.


We hear them, so close,




winds in every wave.


Tides calm to raging




turn and turn and yet.


The one who smooths his brow




and kisses him to sleep.


Even she.