home and on my feet
the one week that tree
of heaven blooms
woke
to scented warmth
seed-headed paper missiles
spiral
through the garden greens
like insects on a final flight
slow ballerinas dying swans
profusion high above my head
in pale caverns
chandeliers
October orchestra our lives
like insects on a final flight --- there's a title!
ReplyDeleteIt's that time again, title writing down time. It's not a bad one.
Deleteballerinas, swans, chandeliers ... lovely tree-o
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