Tear Down
Look for signs
At your own risk if you ask me
Disappointment at the very least
You could be courting
Eyes to the sky
Ear to the ground or cupped
Listening for the sound of
trumpets
Played with Divine embouchure
Will leave you open to the tart
Tongues of neighborhood wags
Dogs being the safer bet
Three turns before bedding down
On the braided rug but a quaint
vestige
Robins better still
Glowing embers torching lawns
Burning the filthy hem of winter
in flight
Take the tear down on
Altadena
Yard and driveway
Tagged blue and yellow
Trees amputated at the ankle
Stumps worn down with market
logic
Curbside breadline of black
plastic bags
Three legged chair with a stiff
upper lip
A one eyed teddy bear
Pink as sin
Among bus stop rabble
Waiting for a lift to the
landfill
A keen eyed observer
He saw this coming long ago
While you were busy
Knee to knee with gypsies
Divining delicate bones of flightless
birds.
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