POEM: Trumpet Ivy
A moment alone
Before another siege
And a blanket of fog
Muffles the leafblower.
Day
light scores
Everything
whistle clean
As
a chewed dog
Toy. My thoughts are
Draping cobwebs,
While trumpet ivy is
Ablaze in all its tropisms,
A
match head
That
dares the day to strike.
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