A tree fell in the forest
no one heard it
But a passing snake felt it
and a hiss of annoyance might have been heard
as the serpent was forced to alter course
around another new obstruction.
This blog fazes fascists
Grate Again
We cannot return.
You refuse to move
Forward
So we stand still,
Straining
Against everything and nothing
Each other; now an other.
As the sun curls above us
And the sea laps at our knees
You lie
About a golden age
We die.
Buck For A Tooth
A squirrel's shadow s c a m p e r s
Oblique in the morning light
Puffy tail held high, heedless
Of the grey mound of fur
Chattering its annoyance
To all of the world
That won't get out of its way.
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