Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Fall Walk


We wade through a sea
of brown crunchy leaves.
Every swooshing step sounds
like a wave on the shore.

A tiny silver toy jet
draws a perfect white line
across the blue chalkboard sky.

The cat is striped with grassy shadows.
He crouches and pretends
that he is the tiger
and we are antelope.

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