QED

poesy

the golden mean

an apron

clings to the side

of a chair.

 its robust

patina

reduces the luminous

color of fall and

hides it under a

tree resembling

one made out

of debris

collected

and piece by

piece built up

into a spire

which reaches

the heavens…

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One thought on “the golden mean

  1. opoetoo on said:

    from a chair to the heavens.
    i like that apron.

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