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Foliage October 23, 2017

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I awoke to a world on fire
warm and crispy hues
stark against the greens and blues
I had grown so accustomed to

Right beneath my feet
bright embers licked the ground
the stillness of the morning broken
by the smothered, crunching sound

Cold winds promised solace
but spread the fire far
whispering cruel, unyielding truths
til all the trees were bare.

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Showmanship September 30, 2013

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Everything is dying
piles and piles of
colorful, crunchy corpses
litter the streets
It’s chaos
In the dark, when
dead things are hard
to forget
they are washed away,
pushed aside so that we may get on
with our daily routines
death lingering only in
our peripheral
and easily ignored

But if you ask me,
the pinks and blues
to come
are nothing compared
to a last minute attempt
at showmanship