New Year's leaves

New Year's leaves They are not for slaughter As we usually do, in sacrifices I will hide their appearance From invaders, war makers, And the inventors of modern cancers With all my nails And my desire to survive I will pin them to the wall 365 leaves And with fingers stamped with kindness I will turn them One by one And let them graze in the streets, Cafes, and gardens And give them a space for night prayers And a license to undress And make them run after the rivers And dance in the rain And so that their mornings do not rust And laziness attacks their birds I will open their windows to the sun 365 leaves I will tour with them the seven continents And the seven heavens While they are hanging on the wall.