of fuel left in barrels
siphons pumps and wells
is final and we
trebuchet into the future
roads fall silent
sunshine water air
lovelier than ever even as
I keep the pets inside their
well fed bodies sudden prompts
of how long it might be until the roast
it'll happen one day kerri
ReplyDeleteMax is for the spit roast Clark. I keep it from him, but it's true.
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