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Dogs 2016

THE DRIFTING DEAD
(2/10/16)


the winter
wind blows

desiccated vegetation
of every variety

not to mention
the ever present
trash

gets carried
along

caught up
in fence corners

on porches

against
more stationary
pedestrians

for
the most part
we don't mind

each season
presents
its own particular
forms of detritus

a concomitant
cleanup

but the gusts
are particularly
heavy tonight
and there's an
uninvited knock
upon the door

which is
a nuisance

only
the broom
of time
will clear
that mess

I wait
silently
in the darkness
for them
to depart