prey

(photo: davy carren)

The blowsy exhibition of crumbled maple leaves befuddles low gutters
as tangled tumbleweeds of wisteria are strangled with a pickaxe to lower quarters.
Famous sayings go unnoticed in the swept-up trash.
Rolling along without governance or sway,
we get blinded by jitters and old romances fading into mutual mundanity.
There are no perfect ways to let on that slowly dying
is now hastily approaching a coup of the spirit.
A dogwood is decomposing in the side yard
just south…