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Saturday, September 12, 2009

As If Nothing's Changed



Gray September morn;
Soft light glistens on the road.
A gentle breeze blows.


Tiny yellow light--
Soft beacon glows in the brush--
It's butter-and-eggs.










Crow caws in the sky,
Unseen against the slate white.
Bugs buzz in my ear.












Moss on lichen rock:
Two soft shades of green on stone--
Coexisting forms.









Woods without shadows--

Shiny dead leaves coat the ground..
Sudden stillness falls.

In all directions
They bend and dip--yellow ferns
(An oxymoron)

Yellow and brown tipped
Maple leaves hang from branches
As if nothing's changed.









A metal mantis
Preys upon some flying lines--
Its red head bobbing.




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