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Monday, September 18, 2017

The Small Jogger Jogs










A single leaf falls
Floating swiftly towards its end;
Then others follow.












Time of falling leaves
At all angles of my sight;
They come in short bursts.



















 Two small bites
On the rhododendron leaves--
Some other's breakfast.



















Olivia's head
Where Collette's ass has just been;
Some bovine magic!





















Beneath the billows
Of the great vibrant tree
The small jogger jogs.



























One sign and one light
Transform the long dirt driveway.
A small miracle!


















Clean, bright and ghost white,
Mushrooms cling to the tree trunk;
An angel's harvest.






















Dry puddle of leaves
Lies at the side of the road:
An Autumn pavement.




















































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