a carotene cascade of lofty leaves
wash my meadow this morning
the randomness of fall
wind and ocean-pull place them there
apples scabbed and rotting lie
sweet smell with purpose
beneath upon beside la Mere
a corpse weight mushing molding
onto earth’s smorgasbord
co-mingling salt and sucre
take flight on water-wings
to our primal pores
deep breath deep joy
we are the scavengers of life
Kat
1 December 2014 ©
1 December 2014 ©
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