Monday, November 10, 2014

BEST MEDICINE

On the corner—
the daft curly landlord 
clapping to chase 

profusions 
of—avid and stickthin 
leftover finches

wildly
away from a 
crooked tidbit of property—

a shriveling autumn
sketch of 
a crabapple tree—light 

on leaves
and—anyway 

bereft 
of almost all curios—

gently 
eases the ache
in your head

by ordaining 
it—nothing personal.

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