Sunset in the Woods, by George Inness
Cache
There’s a kind of meant to be
wearing in
I’m newly knowing of
Inanimate objects
avow their approval
while I’m just headed home
duo’d
The sun gets woozy and stars proffer scripture
Birds volunteer flight
but I think I’ve been fine
These kinds of parables have a floral motor
so I bouquet’d some initiatives together
It’s not much from me, really. I don’t do conflation
Neighbors charm me
curious
their festivities.
June 21, 2025
Further considerations
Thoughts of Endangered Paper
Here I am, looking at this copy of a // two hundred-dollar book.
this is about capitalism, and The Poet Sees Her Ex at Pride
duty pulled a mountain along lesser used roads. // time was ill-spent preparing workers for the crossing.
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good people on both sides, and running fingers through your hair, thin as feathers
My dear trees, I no longer recognize you // The storm puts its mouth to the house
Pray at the Altar of Delusion and Haiku Suite on the Nine Muses
Look upon the simple life tinged by shades of emotions, all // of it a facade to entertain one’s own delusions.