Saturday, June 17, 2017

More Walnuts

the crowds all gone home
sleek crows forage
through bits of bright litter -

stinging nettles,
young maples like weeds -
the mystery behind
your manicured lawns

trumpet vines
burst through the tarmac -
bangers on the corner
argue on their iPhones

a horn blows in traffic
the texture of twine -
high summer sun bakes
the brick wall

a dusty-red wren
perched on a pail -
heat shimmer blurring
the hot-tar roof

a musty smell from limestone
bits of broken glass -
the stain from fallen walnuts
stuck to our hands

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