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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Dreaming Its Dark Dreams




















 It's so very late;
The sun does not know the time--
It's not to be seen.





















White and yellow rule,
Illuminate my front yard.
Still no lavender.






















Mirrors on my porch;
Same bird sitting on same wire;
Forest is singing.

























Crumpled on the road,
Wrinkled, wet and colorful:
Discarded flyer.






















Drawing attention,
Its own shades of beige and brown;
Bi-colored tree trunk.


























Rising above green,
Brown dead evergreen tree--
Its own illusion.


































With its mouth open
Old tree trump sits in the woods
Dreaming its dark dreams.

























From the gray gravel,
Lifeless, hard and crumbling
Billowing green plants.











































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