Sown by Idiots

Solitary leaf 

Lies damp on the porch railing--

It's just blending in.

Leaves resting on leaves,

Stopping on their way to earth;

Bowing to kinship.

Perched on a trash can--

Wicker basket out of place;

(But it adds some class).

On my left--stream sound;

Ahead the brightened mountain;

In eyes, fucking flies.

Evergreen branches

Filled with newly fallen leaves,

Look like new species.

New white flowers bloom

On the old cut-off tree trunk:

Fungus has its way.

Brown woods are dappled

By soft strokes of the sunshine;

Without any sounds.

Shiny beer can lies

Nestled in the growing plants;

Sown by idiots.