mol21 wrote:
True story:
In May of 2016 I kindly asked Alexi Pappas to write a poem for a Czech running magazine (https://www.instagram.com/b_running_mag/) and she said YES (no money asked). Months passed..I urged her many times and always got a reassuring reply. Then September comes, we were almost ready to go to print..so I wrote her one last time and this was her answer:
https://i.nahraj.to/f/1yRa.png.
I know it’s not much of a substitute for the real thing, but would you please allow me to humbly submit my Alexi Pappas tribute poem, “Leaves,†for publication? I'm not sure how it comes out in Czech. My literary agent said it would be okay.
I've always wanted to be a leave,
but leaves are not like people.
Leaves change,
but people don't.
Well, some people change,
but not like leaves.
Leaves fall, in the fall,
which is also called autumn.
People fall sometimes,
but not like leaves.
When people fall they get up.
Leaves don’t get up,
not like people.
They just lie there, like leaves.
And just die there, we bereave.
Just like celebrities, in threes.
Some people are called Autumn,
but not leaves.
Leaves are called leaves.
Most people called Autumn are strippers,
whose panties fall down, like leaves,
leaving them bare, like trees,
in autumn.