Fall
Shriveled. Cracked; breaking lips
slowly decomposing. Flakes brush
off with fingertips, float to the ground
and become dust; but deep pieces
stay planted until the lower lip folds
back. Once pulled by teeth: blood,
a slicing pain, feels like a nerve
was torn out. And all around me
leaves turn a bright yellow and fall.
Winter
Car windshields glazed with an icy frost.
A forest of ice-tipped trees catch light
and throw it back. A beautiful wood
made of glass.
Clouds slide down through the mountains,
crisp air forces its way in, catching my breath
and invading my lungs. The coercion is refreshing.
*Sorry it's been a while...I've had a difficult time focusing. There are just days when you wake up and you got nothin'.
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