Wednesday, May 15, 2013

the Jays scream

the Jays scream as I
walk my concrete
and the Live Oak gives
up her winter’s hidden
as the Anoles and nobody
i guess
the ghosts
i guess of another
dream rush past the
hot walk
to rustle in the
dead leaves.

i and the season
both late this one
and this day as well;
we’ll see.

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