the third season (20171121)

red autumn eye
looks southward now

through heavy coat
hard to feel its gaze
but the eye lingers over me
like twilight spiderwebs in my hair
counting out my time
dawn by dawn

i set my feet upon the earth
send down roots
among sycamores
among eucalyptus
i can stand a cold morning or two

i haven’t seen a paperboy
in years
/forgive the sexist terminology
i am aware of it and i’m working on it/

i haven’t heard the
satisfying smack
of atrocities landing in my driveway
or my neighbor’s driveway
my neighbors drive away
my neighbors driven away

i do not read the news
still, it reaches inside my chest
night time hands
separating organs from fatty membranes

autumn red eye
roll south
take these shuddering breaths with you
take these neighbors
who drive away
who don’t read the paper

roll south

7 thoughts on “the third season (20171121)”

  1. Indeed, I have pensive coming out my ass.

    Cleaning up my blog this morning I saw you were no longer on my follow’d list. No wonder I never see you pop up. I always have to look for you

    1. I lose people too, sometimes. WordPress is mysterious.

      But I’ve been in and out of here lately. For whatever reason, I’ve been having a hard time writing every day and I’m way behind in visiting sites. Thanks for coming to look for me.

      1. I’ve tried to spend longer with pieces when I read, when I can. The social media part of it isn’t me. I miss so much going fast, like little blips. I miss what people are really saying that way

        So I follow less…I had to do it, Der, but I”m just talking about me. Typical writer. Haha.

        Truly hope you get your groove back–that’s frustrating when you can’t write when you want to

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