Monday, November 04, 2019

The nails of tracks pulled out on earth
long beers and regrown trees
ash curling in a seaside neighborhood
silver buckets of wet dirt
brick's reflection on the tarnished handles
balloons pulling skyward baskets
with a blue flame
the groan of bent violins in oil
ducks afloat through a setting moon.

The perch of poured concrete boards
bearded body of a noble stick figure
going grey on the brightest branch
liquid links and latches
peak autumn where the summer crashed
pink wheels and blazes
cotton's teeth of a smashed orange
lake's talking string.

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