#66

Tangled dignity
weighs willows

in November,
drastic thinning of leaves.

Gravel jitters
from an uncommon quarry blast.

Crunchy grass clings to life
around the browning scene.

——
First draft posted on 11/3/11,
originally entitled #66

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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