Banking left
she sprays little clouds
and we ask, as she goes
why we never met
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Octoberries (and a sniveling snail)
Moaning while pruning,
I find you
little man
slinking away from a fruit
you shouldn’t have eaten
in a season
it shouldn’t have known.
The fruit is the fruit
of God’s jumbo garden;
the season’s the season
of wisdom undone.
What of the downpour
Is the lilac’s share?
More than you think.
More than you think
she’d allow.
Clouds
So essential to the divine
light show
V of geese, just past Arnhem
They land to finish the job
of saving one’s soul
Outpacing the second hand
I gave it up, of course,
eventually,
dropping back to prove myself
against minutes and hours.
Now you’ll find me
napping in the shadows.
But I’ve hung a flag
on that fastest hand:
It’s good to know what was.
Adam in week three
I’ve hardly brought it up.
Though I wonder,
when I hear
the thud and thump,
if the flitting nut falling
isn’t some dodgy gift
heaped atop
an untimely demotion
Batter up
He wouldn’t swing,
he’d wait and watch.
Even outside balls
were inside to him.
He’d walk, but the
running was done
by the doubt that circled his eyes.
His pupils were islands
in a lake of tomorrow.
Cigarette smoke and a shivering dog
Call it
baseball in October
Since he means to come to a door he will come to a door
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