Jake's Flea Market

the final dawn
somewhere in thuringia

a bud on a twig of beech

budded
from dusk when the day shortened
into winter or

overnight
budded and now the time of year
dawn thaws and the day lengthens

the beech leaf is parchment
scroll rolled at the end of the twig

when it’s unfurled
into a green daybreak be
there to read it