Friday, October 18, 2013

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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