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Unraked Leaves (1995) self published

 

 

 

daybreak-

from the bread truck’s roof

frost swirls

 

 

autumn field-

the vitamin slowly dissolves

in my mouth

 

 

 

daydreaming...

the jet contrail slowly

spreads

 

 

 

going the same way...

exchanging looks with the driver

of the hearse

 

 

 

on the bench

a young couple carries on

as if I’m not there

 

 

 

each time

the door opens

a few more leaves

 

 

 

late night-

the wind rustles

some leaves

 

 

 

as the music goes

into overdrive

I check the speedometer

 

 

 

holding

my pee

for home

 

 

 

 

 

behind the Wendy’s sign

an entire mountain

in color

 

 

 

crow lingers-

the roadkill

beyond recognition

 

 

 

my cat comes up close

then shies away

alcohol on my breath

 

 

 

twilight moon

in the still lake a fish

flips itself

 

 

 

praying mantis near death

the little mouth parts

still move

 

 

 

disturbing movie

the eyes of those waiting

to get in

 

 

 

power failure...

moonlit clouds drift

by the window

 

 

 

all around

the little bandstand

unraked leaves

 

 

 

the way

light eases

into dawn

 

 

 

below the window

a sparrow on its side

one feather lifting

 

 

 

he leaves...

his wine glass on the counter

autumn rain

 

 

 

 

 

behind me

an acorn drops

on the road

 

 

 

under the manhole

the night gives

a gurgle

 

 

 

he double checks

the coin return-

emptiness lingers

 

 

 

abandoned farmhouse

autumn twilight darkest

in the empty windows

 

 

 

again this year

just her signature below

the holiday message

 

 

 

dawn...

at the empty crossroads

the signal blinks

 

 

 

all the voices

songs, waiting

in the broken radio

 

 

 

older and older

the strangers saying hello

to me

 

 

 

droning plane fades out...

how little difference it makes

what age I am

 

 

 

the way

the light bulb rests

in the rest of the trash

 

 

 

on the road...

even the daylight comes

and goes

 

 

 

 

 

on the trail again...

walking deeper

into myself

 

 

 

 

 

 

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