Waves

  1. Blinking lights faded away from the

Oil slick of city lights standing

Parking an old station wagon on the shoreline

Bank of a peninsula wetland maze

Silence broke in the croaking groans of early

Morn; bull gators outline the pecking drills of a red hooded, black wings, gathering his acorns

While darkened headlights eye the gangly egrets

Dancing in the shallows, watery taste of morsels

Earthen garden bonds with the rebox song of a whistling blowing in speed rush

Downshifting rust, slowly burns the yard

Memories within the showers mist of dew

Barks hounddogs and drenched cypress

The leafy palms, bearded in the tourniquet of jungle moss, its greenery lodges chiggers.  A slithe rattlesnake snake slides below the passes the window openly inflates the stream of black holes

Throttled breaths choked in the backyard

Sanctuary, framing a once, humming

Heard loudly, freeze as you walk by sizzling hot over there

In summer time of seasons to remember

 

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