Autumn Dream
If I could wear
fog as
a pair of pants,
sure,
I’d consider it
lounge wear.
Burn marks
from cigarettes
left on wooden bars
resemble
the walnut stripes
of dragonfly wings.
Large, bronze
helicopter dragonflies,
traveling swarms
through canal grasses
of South Florida ,
late July.
But here, tonight,
in Reisterstown , Maryland,
nearby teenagers
smoke pot
behind a dark-screened porch
& absorb the cicadas’
tiny castanets
of insomnia.
Alan Britt
Posted over on Eleventh Transmission
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