"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Fire on the Forest Floor
Tulip poplars drop their leaves;
once grassy banks crack;
yards crackle:
all sere baldness.
The forest floor
too wears dirt,
except for the fiery leaf
and Red-banded Hairstreak
who lit
my way home from Brushy Lake.
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