Big Tent Poetry
Watching as summer sneaks away, I collect scenes and sounds inside words -
Notes
like Zelda at the gate
a cocky strut of blue
crowns the fence top
dares the neighbor's zipsaw
drying leaves sift down
orange tomatoes hang for red
hard green pears dangle
droughty plums drop and roll
gray gleaners Pac-Man seeds
where weeds fall to earth
chatter like bratty kids
gimme, I saw it first
Sun Salutation considers
clouds building in the west
the sun feels warm
but shadow cools the mat
Digital Photo
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