From The Blue Room |
The bird likes the place!
Terra-formed
Fall goes on never getting round to winter
Daily battalion of yard warriors
are blowing leaf beds
and raucous unlikely blossoms
circle wind cracked trees
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My coffee's cold
sweet and dark as the view
spangles of ice glint from air-conditioning units
while the furnace won't, yet
bubbled asphalt slows the plastics and aluminum man
who's chilled and wrapped, moving
beneath an ancient order of Turkey Vulture
and parrots, squawking their garish circles
Climate confusion melds the unlikely
in this stratified desert city
Remarkably, it seems to keep working
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