Oddments

In search of story


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Disconnections: November 21.18

 

Here, it says,

is the road —

there, the town.

Steward of the way

sure and lown.

In placid stony

hieroglyph,

with iron pipe

as cold serif,

not so neon

as GPS,

but cartographical

nonetheless.

Pre-dating pavement

and prim white fence,

cobwebby vines

for recompense.

 

 

More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.

 


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Disconnections: June 12.18


Basking in my sunshine

snuggling on my fence

this manic excavator

is pure impertinence

taunting me, Goliath,

feigning innocence

as though his bright-eyed smallness

masked malevolence

but I know his evil habits

— curse his tiny hide! —

he’s only biding time

’til Goliath goes inside.