American Life in Poetry

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Arizonan Alberto Rios probably observed this shamel ash often, its year-round green leaves never changing. On this particular day, however, he recognizes a difference - a yellow leaf. In doing so he offers us a glimpse of how something small yet unexpected may stay with us, perhaps even become a secret pleasure.

A Yellow Leaf

A yellow leaf in the branches
Of a shamel ash
In the front yard;
I see it, a yellow leaf
Among so many.
Nothing distinguishes it,
Nothing striking, striped, stripped,
Strident, nothing
More than its yellow
On this day,
Which is enough, which makes me
Think of it later in the day,
Remember it in conversation
With a friend,
Though I do not mention it -
A yellow leaf on a shamel ash
On a clear day
In an Arizona winter,
A January like so many.


Reprinted from 'The Smallest Muscle in the Human Body,' Copper Canyon Press, 2002, by permission of Copper Canyon Press. Copyright 2002 by Alberto Rios, a writer and professor at Arizona State University. This column is supported by the Poetry Foundation, the Library of Congress, and the Department of English at the University of Nebraska, Lincoln.

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