Tuesday, August 31, 2021

154 Fallen

 

154 fallen  

when will it be empty -  

the apple tree  


* * * * * 


weeds overgrown  

empty the walk borders  

today, hopefully  


* * * * * 


ye old shed door  

no Poet Laureate  

hidden within  


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