waiting for the line to dissolve

a mild
and orderly
panic. encouraged
by a measure
of caffeine.
a sidewalk,
textured
with bright red tree-fallen
fruit. a broom
in your hand
so to sweep. birds,
increasingly barren
limbs, chattering
above you.


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poetry of place. words in service of the wordless.

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