Anniversary Poem

A smallish yellowing
has married brittle edge
to a still mostly green leaf
softened by yesterday's rain.

Softening, too, my heart
whose edge had also gone
brittle, skitterish in my chest
after too many days moving
on indolent, indifferent asphalt
whose only blessing is speed.

Anointed by dinosaur grief
the mountain itself moved
back and forth, up then down
and finally up again
depositing me and mine
under leaf married yellow to brittle
but still, at the last, mostly green.