brown edges of leaf break
under clear water, its
visual contortion
a harbinger among
detritus that stands
all around —
trees, distant smoke,
cans spilling from
recycle bins,
Amazon plastic adrift
across streets, adverts
in the grass,
jets on approach —
we sit, dip our fingers
down to scoop the leaf,
lift it away, and out,
turn our eyes back to
these scenes, all around,
knowing not
what we do