June 21

comment 1
poetry

a roadside stand
cherries

in their sunburn hues
the sky and the Chevy

flat baby blue
the clouds roll right off

and crooked birds
fall into paper hills

and sometimes nothing
is what comes from nothing

some mylar sheeting
a layer of dust

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