Wednesday, July 29, 2020

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a black and white
explosion of sun and air
two feathers falling
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Tuesday, July 14, 2020

the pumpkin people

the pumpkin people have no souls
they sit by riverbanks in the spray
oh my, they say
the pumpkin people are athletic
and will jump over your rooftops
even if you don't like it much
some of them collapse
into pumpkin heaps
wailing at the roadside
crying for their interiors
splattered by fast cars
but just one lightning flash like this
and a pumpkin person shoots by
in a great pumping bang
zenith lightning waterfall disaster
it says
oh my again
don't you want to be
the disastrous pumpkin people
with pumpkin heads
and pumpkin toes?
all night the light played
around my door
and moths upon the wing
at dawn I went to the river
where last I saw the moon