Tuesday, December 3, 2019


Morning streaked with pink.
Sycamores stripped. Frost
powdering the grass. A crow sips
from water pooled between
the letters stamped in a manhole cover.

What lies beneath that metal lid?
A ladder leading down
to a dark room crammed with
conduits and pipes
and branches bursting with leaves
and a sky of pink clouds
and songbirds

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