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Friday, August 29, 2014

Murmur of a Breeze

 
It's Labor Day weekend;
Cars race by to catch a whiff
Of relaxation.
 




Leaves tremble lightly,
Blur for a second in light,
Then freeze in sunlight.




A dull gray box sits
High in the crotch of the tree
Humming out pictures.






Two goats are sitting;
Their heads sticking through the fence.
(Can they pull them back?)







Murmur of a breeze
Among the leaves in the woods
Wakens memories.




Bottom of the pole,
A lonely "2"  has fallen
Or just lost its way.




About to flower?
Queen Anne's Lace is in a fist
Of birth or of death.





Two empty chairs sit
In back of the wild garden.
Absence of humans.


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