November poems

Scene from the upper deck of 505, WCDH, Eureka Springs

A NEW DAY, A NEW ERA

Waking

to a Trump/ Pence

election landslide, and

angst about what's in store for our

country.

    (But)

Traffic

still passes, trains

still blare as they roar thru'

town. Life still exists and we'll get

through this.

[11.9.'16]

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emptying compost

after dark

something dashes off

~~

coin toss decides

the mayorship after

a tie vote

~~

day his project's due

picture of Pandora's Box

in the newspaper

~~

yellowed soybeans

and fields of coreopsis

last trip to the creek

~~

a lone limb of green

on the yellow-leafed

tulip poplar