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Sunday, October 26, 2014

earth note 305

it feels like
the last warm hour
before the night chill
takes over

open hands
around a spinner
in the yard
cups the breeze just right

takes off in a burst
repetition turning
with illusions
of perpetual motion

this is what upsets
the blue jays
who know better
deep into the hillside

every stadium echo
is hollowed out
by wooden chimes
trembling rose of sharon

--- e b bortz
 

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