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Saturday, November 18, 2017

The Moods Follow Me












Wood fence is concealed--
Pampas is taking over;
Soon victorious.















First, it's sunny out;
Then the world is gray and dull.
The moods follow me.






















Even the red ball
Cannot lift my dim spirits.
I just have to wait.





















Rooster looks at me
Poses for a picture;
Curious goat watches.
.




























Silently they flit:
Birds to the bushes and squirrels--
Feathered and furry.























It's growing darker--
Trampoline is lined with leaves
Under the gray sky.
































Children have vanished,
But still the road sign remains;
(Their laughter is gone)
























Overturned trash can
In front of empty bottle;
There's nobody home.



















What mystery this
In neatly tied plastic bag?
Discarded dog shit.




































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