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
A playful and poignant poem with great imagery I love 'the ritual of binge-watching a leaf'
ReplyDeleteThe transition/transformation is beautifully described :)
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CRD
So many images here! The "ant genesis" after the reference to two by two ... wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThe ritual of binge watching a leaf is inspired LOL
ReplyDeleteYour poem is lovely ... lush in its descriptions of Autumn. I enjoyed it thoroughly.
ReplyDeleteWow! This is a joy.
ReplyDeleteWhat wonderful descriptions and feelings you have described - full of life! Jae
ReplyDeleteI love the line about squirrels! 👏
ReplyDeleteLovely word painting!
ReplyDeleteI love the quirkiness of the first two stanzas... and the fact that although they're not the first things that come to mind when one thinks of fall, there definitely are insects that feel more active around this time. Where I live, the stink bugs are showing their faces, much to the annoyance of many a person.
ReplyDeleteThis is joyful and full of life!
ReplyDeleteI like "nature and cinnamon rhyme / like dawn and apparitions."
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