Patrick Paridee Samuel

Lake Leaves

I hear the sea
in rustling leaves,
waves just barely
 
trip thinking lake into
sea.
Slowly green
 
browns before me,
dyed in leaf shade.
I attempt over
 
and over to attribute
meaning to it, the lake.
A song instead
 
gets hold, grips
the gut back, the shimmer
and stink beneath releases.
 
Spilt seeds once
plucked now fall, sag
and bragging
 
of the suburbs, the leaves.
Going nowhere, the only
open places play bad
 
music and the food is fried,
crackling like paper to get
at some present. I tuck
 
my night owl down,
sheets clipping its beak.
Elsewhere, the warmth
 
the night flower blooms,
the black
not quite folding back
 
as it should once in
the air, splits
like shoal under net

with those waves
scraping the chintz
off their fingernails.


Patrick Paridee Samuel received an MFA from Columbia College Chicago. His debut collection, And Another Thing, is forthcoming from Broken Sleep Books in 2025. He lives in Nashville where he works in university press publishing.