I contort the Rubik cube leaf puzzle, the leaves slip off the cube, dissolve and scatter
on the brown ground. With auric glue I twist orange-to-orange, rust red-to-red orange,
yellow green to sober antiquated brown. The leaves hiss at me. They are not socialized
to humans. I shove together a green triangular leaf against a crushed shape whose edges
appear nibbled with a leaf that blushes a delicate coral red when pinched. I hear a moan.
A mouse scrambles by tells me I am in the wrong game. He suggests Bingo down
the street at the Elks social club. The bingo cards are more gregarious and approachable.