Saturday, May 19, 2018

Rob Schackne #659 - Autumn Night

Autumn Night

Night after night
gazing at the fire
in the 44 gal. drum

where the air is contained
we will move closer
the talk veers up 
in sparks
the treachery of bosses
the worker's screwed
anger doesn't work
the driver just called in
a cow down at Violet Town
the track must be cleared
it will be moved away
we calmly change the subject
there will be no absolutes
how photography is an art
all birds are a fluke

do we get another shot
the moon sets behind the tree
water is poured on errant coals
smoke rises and dies
until tomorrow

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