ants go side-by-side, ark style
across the sink, called in
by the autumnal deluge
across the sink, called in
by the autumnal deluge
of their little ant genesis
a nomadic gulch
twig-shadowed and dank
carries the fluff
of the last goose
the hayrides of tobacco, mugs
and blankets trot across the bridge
the football boys are
pushing fire and stolen
cabinet liquor, the ritual
of binge-watching a leaf
nature and cinnamon rhyme
like dawn and apparitions
the fundamental work of powerline
squirrels is the last real industry
until winter hijacks
our mortal ears
