Networking Fallen Leaves

The ink on the powdery pedestal
with somatic moon rakes in the morning
too cornered to write a speech
too dissembled to craft a network from the fallen leaves

I have stolen my endowments
like wind-stern willows on the timid grasslands
without poetry cups that starch that dusk
and leave arbitrary witnesses at the scratching

on the paper the dowry does sound
and amplify the magnitude below cross-straight proposal
like those networked fallen leaves
too grounded for this day, and too implicated to stand by