the man i picture is a washer and drier.
a trashcan the wind picks up
grabs my stern attention.
redwood shutters painted blue
bat on white iron shingles.
cliffs dive into the sea,
happily aware of our likeness.
wolf spiders flee floodwaters,
build land-covering webs
over an Australian farm.
fire ants sprout grotesquely
from mucus mud-hills
and feast on nectarines.
tempered brushfire
begs riverbank sand.
russet strum of daybreak
peels wet bark from greasy trunk.
say goodbye to bird voices, wind holy weak.
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