11/20/2020

Running Out of Things to Count


Squalid squab and dirty pigeons 

roosting in abandoned places.

 

Burned-out houses, rusty bridges, 

silos filled with rotting grains.


The counting outs 

we teach ourselves 


so we can fall asleep.


[LSS, 11/20/20]




The Shapes of Seeds and Nuts


One must not confuse 

the tender pepitas 

snuggling one 

into the another 

inside a fleshy 


squash with these 

lonely walnuts 

forever insisting 

on maintaining their 

brainy distance.


[LSS, 11/20/20]

 

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