rotting ground cover

raging on the collection
of lost times and awash in
the cuising of deadly rot
talking with yourself to coach the
inner motivation in a faster way
now that the frustration has
given way to plastic reaction
growing plants that we have not got
room to improve or even give in
out in the yard where we all have
utilized the strength of unity
not that anyone couldn’t quit
down at the cold metal grill
cast out of the circle
occuring when a
violet leaf drops and warns
ending the summer along the fall
right when these connections come

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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