Cloudless

I need no more time

To divine

These dull seasons.

Reasons

Are unreasonabl excuses

To me.

I found a five

In my

Old coat pocket.

The door?

I’ll lock it.

The garden

Can go to seed.

The seeds

Can remain beads

In their packets.

Tracks

I will make

On this dirt path,

Swept leafless.

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