Monday, October 21, 2019

The lake shore growls.
An island is getting licked
in the night.

Rust of mercy, time's
moisture-anointed movement,
pine needles activating sap injectors
the clack of hanging branches.

Steam writing upon brick walls
and drifting through chain link fences.
Barbed wire sunsets
painted with ice
above the rope locked
shop door.

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