like a carpet worn as the cliche but it works
raptor draws arcs across the windowpane
—- Hi-Q Time Machine 2020: laughter 2019: bonfire
a day to gather and give thanks in stretchy pants
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it’s beginning to look a lot like air fresheners took over the used car lot
—- i always find it funny how seemingly every abandoned parcel becomes a firework stand and/or tree lot depending on the holiday
pink clouds dance through the blazing swan song
night bloom moon on a branch
out for a stroll the neighborhood crows
the moment dripping with alchemy’s obsession
microburst of swirling leaves november afternoon
nature does not bow to the muse but carries on its merry way
the rope knotted & tugging & the pull of sleep
setting sun storm
the clock ticks over the leaves change down the tracks time cycles
compost bin elevated above the downspout sprouts a sapling
leaves bones fall all become compost
catching the light and ready to dry like match heads in the northern breeze
cutting through the gray leaves aflame on the maple limbs
tunnel offogleavesrainmood
one facet
a barrage of autumn's bounty
worms and roots tangled up under blue sky
the weed
a found assemblage
daydream interrupted by an unexpected guest and its sudden disappearance
light catches in the strands
light from the beak
a leaf
mountain shoulder slides me down to the foothills
cricket saws out a coda
above the blue ridge
autumnal hum of summer’s coda
fish cast and collecting runoff
static of insect sounds and a/c
before the summer sun
once potent
and lines and lines and lines and
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