J. D. Nelson |
perched upon a fence
the crow eats a green apple—
cars on the highway
twenty butterflies—
from atop Mount Sanitas
one can see Denver
a baby rabbit
alone in the alleyway—
the pink eastern skies
the red fire hydrant—
three bats feast upon the moths
beneath the streetlight
after the rainstorm
a puddle reflects the moon—
lightning to the east
the pink moon rises—
a panda’s face in the clouds
for a few seconds
after days of rain
the night sky is filled with stars—
insect repellent
sunset at the lake—
sixteen or seventeen geese
over the water
old Mount Sanitas
in the shadow of the clouds—
the caw! of a crow
a bicycle bell—
green apples rot in the sun
beneath the old tree
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Wonderful
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