curious blackbird
pops in for a stickybeak —
maybe tea and cake?
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bees, moths worship
the plain brash weed that breaks
concrete symmetry -
grass
grows through them —
skeletons of mattresses
left in the rust. -
persephone
slips, slops, slaps, seeks shade — and leaves
bare, brown earth. -
bright oceans
surge between the skyscrapers —
headlights, headed home -
the moon
an onion slice, chopped, scattered
by cut-paper trees -
high-rise symphony
distant traffic — waving trees —
suddenly, the storm
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skeletal willows
rise from a wasteland of
scattered, red rocks -
the sky drains
into a grey whirlpool.
light bubbles back -
the car shudders —
wind
tears out handfuls of petals,
bends trees to breaking
Jenkins Rising 