Saturday, October 13

Elevators That Carry

Leaves at the door

gathered in brown bags unfinished
as blows the wind

from trees
shimmering within
the fragments of brown death

, a prism against the lift
to open & carry upwards up
where leaves blow amputated
( closer now , like an orphanage, to their wiggling limbs.

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