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the gulls waddle
fat and happy
through
the long parking
lot
the busted periwinkles
not so much
husks
of
horseshoes
lined up on the
wall keep watch
on the
runners
and the walkers
and the aerial
bombardment
and we
all
look out for the
early rising front
end loader dragging its
way
along
grooming us all
into the oblivion
piles
by the marsh
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orphaned
sedum in
glassware on
the
breakfast
table
broken dogwood
cleared
from the pergola
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do fall lawn
mowers
sound
different
like
everything
else
does
is
it the air
or the light
splitting the
distances
around
the
equinox
or is it the
valedictory
anticipation
the
last
home
run
of
the
season
before
the
next |