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Friday, October 09, 2015

Suspended in Time









Flooding the kitchen
Bright morning sunshine lights up
Water and grapefruit.







 

 









Window is dirty;
Sunshine splats against the glass,
Flattens into light.










 










Leaf on a mushroom
Looks like it has been etched there
By a mother tree.









 












Forsythia blooms
As the brown leaves are falling?
Topsy turvy world.










 







Silently they land:
Small birds in the yellow leaves;
Silently they fly.























 
Three dots in the sky;
Three
leaves suspended in time.
One blink and they're gone.










 









Humming past my ear--
Mosquito goes on its way.
(I feel rejected).











 








 Small furry shadow
Scurries into the dead leaves.
(What the hell was it?)








 

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