Saturday, August 11, 2018

earth note 607


i'm still learning
to claw my way
up through the ash & maple
above the trail
below the bus shelter
the hill feels like it's falling
from the sky
and all its undergarments
white fluff and then metal gray
the leaves weep
looking for a way out to the avenue
the daylight will only take you so far

after that
you'll need to get down on all fours
the ground is shifting

--- e b bortz

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