Monday, November 08, 2021

Cattails, October 2021

a wounded crow
pecks at our casement
we open
our shutters and invite
the darkness in

a sheaf
of bamboo strips ready
for weaving
we bend to the task
of shaping each other

the blue lining
of a cormorant's mouth . . .
gap-toothed pier

deserted shack
finger paintings grace
every wall

the vitriol
of (un)social media . . .


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