pandora in autumn: the old ones gather round the strange chest tapping in rhythm
Tag: freedom
the soft hum of scheming machines echoes through the concrete grey
full moon at summer’s end: tea steeped in moonlight
floating constellations in the pond: flowerfall
the crows grow quiet as the mist rolls up the hillside
the weather has been kind lately: perhaps the gods are going back to sleep
summer’s soul leaves the meadow in its own time
summer packs up and the driftwood ancient as time itself floats in
bloated belly: swallowed a ton of salt winds on the breakwall
summer at low tide: the crab scare on the bread baited hook
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