It is with sadness
unease of passage
to report confirmation
slipstream of a sketchbook
death of,, depth of
by the millions
cardboard cutouts
sideways glance
through slotted ovals
magic marker tears
smearing away
wiping blunted gray
fingertips obscure
their facial features
Its fracture redounds
graded sun-cast light
off-kilter shadows
echoes not quite vivid
as life imprints
yet more imbedded
more real than shifting
scapes of dreams
Line enraptures
a moment’s queue
awe of beauty
plaza marquee
spun down frame
black metallic spider
larger than circling otherwise
web glowing
the summer dusk
waiting ensconced
above a melee of
waiting cars
transcending cities
Moved to remark
words lifted and erased
breathless sound
gasping inward heaves
the spider waved down
breezily motioned
like leaves or a snowflake
crushed beneath his feat
leather shoes
kind of orange
maybe brown
a passing moment
mortal amusement
keeping good company
ceremonial rites
of planned obsolescence
MM 8.2023
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