Friday, December 10, 2010

i realized they're trying to kill my live oak last night

another
stolen
outer banks
nocturne

under the
live oak
attacked but
unyielding

the drops
splash
heavy on
oil slick
black salt
and under
wet branches

rustling
like towhees
or foot fall
of whitetail

no oil burns
past me
cigarette
no color
se par
ate from this

just an eight
minute
sonatina
given one
somnambulist

explodes from
passing
motorist

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