Leaf Litter On Rock Face Poem by Heather McHugh

Leaf Litter On Rock Face



Things are not
unmoving (or else what

is ing inside them for?)
The things once-living

fall on the never-living all
the more movingly for the eye

that passes over them.
The wind wells up

to spill a trail
of onces off the nevers,

take opaque from eye
to mind, or near it—

every rocking takes
some leaving to

a stonish spirit.

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Heather McHugh

Heather McHugh

San Diego, California
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