Monday, February 11, 2008

dead summer

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dozens of brown finches scatter
and swarm the highway shoulder,
picking at morsels
among pebbles,
pecking through half grown,
dead summer grass.

with the turbulence of mid-day anti-
commuter traffic settled by gridlock, overpopulation--
battered flies, dismembered by catastrophic
windshield redirection, litter median buffer gravel.


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