sept 25. 2022.
blue mt arts
like a thin cat's tail, the night air curls around us -- where are the blankets?
Sludge of pumpkin seeds
spilled on cold crisp newspaper --
a quiet fall night.
the chives all dried up --
potted pale ghostly brown straws --
ignoring the rain.
a red EXIT sign
nailed to an apple tree trunk
points to brown windfalls
rain on the sidewalk --
a brown leaf floats, then settles --
where are the brown ants?
sept 26 2022
nature has such eyes
as see when even blinded --
and they do not blink
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