December 2

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toes cut off when young
noses cut off stops fighting
mass produced turkeys

when i ate turkey
i liked drumsticks, dark meat
now bred out, all gone

how can fall be
so dark at noon that i must
turn on all the lights

this fall so cold
i wear hats inside all day
and a hat to bed

November 2, 2008

five p.m. now six
above a pale scoop of moon
in still pale blue

rusty leaves quiver
a distant roar in the quiet
contrail white powder blue sky

i say his name
cat comes to me
his tail wide with pleasure


blue gloves clutch rails
roll down steep ramp
uneven ground
driveway moment


dark comes the same time
the same time is sooner
now is later