Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Bygone



Bygone

Facade of night:

a tumbleweed bumps the house...
stardust tumbleweed...
cracked-stem tumbleweed...

and landfills
rise on carcass gas
and become clouds.

The desperate beauty
of a smiling,
paw-waving
old dog auditioning
from a pound cage....

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