QED

poesy

G Wash

A sticker bush performs a intervention

while the radio edits a wallow

near the shanty: yard unclean—-

an Ed Sullivan look alike sleeps

among scattered remnants of efficient cause

as we swagger unto the sandy road

without shame for now.

The sun reaches for the remaining

hill tops.

A runner advances into the

contours of the soul.

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