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sealed in green glass

forgotten Inca burials

echoes from an abandoned foundry

steam beading the blackened kettle

the drowned paintings the distortion

shimmering above imaginary lakes

the soft night of the last live oak

and the footprints we left on the moon


the days are getting shorter

soon the mushrooms will

take cover under the dead leaves


beer will foam over the pewter mug

just before a falling bird

hits its shadow



August 6, 2011