Dry sycamore leaves
leave an imprint of their cracks
in the cracked asphalt.
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– orha writes
Dry sycamore leaves
leave an imprint of their cracks
in the cracked asphalt.
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– orha writes
I know how fruitful
the day will be by the glass
of fresh-squeezed orange.
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– orha writes
The double exhaust
on the truck’s mammoth-wide tusks
speak of extinction.
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– orha writes
A line of tree stumps
form the recent root canal
of mister park’s teeth.
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– orha writes
As boring as church—
the bells of traffic after
capitalist mass.
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– orha writes
Thanks to the sowers
the great garden in the sky
has a new seed crop.
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– orha writes
Sleepy-eyed Jeep, sleep!
Sleep and let the dream come true
of clean outdoors air.
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– orha writes
The waning gibbous
is the chocolate dipped donut
of my midnight snack.
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– orha writes
Security light
flickering in the hallway
is for spider raves.
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– orha writes
This paper towel longs
to return to its roots and
soak up sap, not oil.
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– orha writes