Dapper, two-halved, first-ever leaves—
Piercer & dipper of juice drops from drupes—
Pulser & swinger, stock-still-stander, cleaves
 
the straight from the narrow, the world held in halves,
all angles, right angles: no time left for loops,
dapper, two-halved, first-ever leaves.
 
Hip-deep in roses & eye-high in loaves,
have all & have some, in sips made of hopes.
Pulser & swinger, stock-still-stander, cleaves
 
desire from desirer, desired to deserves
as you hold them whole, sending sap for both lobes,
dapper, two-halved, first-ever leaves,
 
larger than later, awaiting preserves
we’ll make if the weevil will leave us some laps.
Pulser & swinger, stock-still-stander, cleaves
 
tighter to gravity, lips to the curve
of the earth—while you climb from the pits to the ups,
dapper, two-halved, first-ever leaves,
pulser & swinger, stock-still-stander, cleaves.