Is That Right?

I want to write,
is that right?

Is it right
to want to write
about how heart-shaped leaves
of a linden tree flutter
on a loose breeze,
like a line of laundry
twirled in the sun?

Is it right
to want my love spread
out on a thousand leaves,
printed on a pirouette
and dried on pins by the light?

I want to write,
is that right?