night noise from the garden
turned and twisted my
morning disappointment
and im almost surprised
youve not been burying the
birch or fawns tail without me
where that red frown becomes
clear sumac dawn
and the empty sun itself
wilts everything in October
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niiice
i like/miss your bloggings mr. jenks, welcome back
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