Sunday, August 2, 2015

good morning Jack

letter to my son
sunday, 2 august


                The neighborhood is overgrown with trees and 
                    no one seems able to do anything about it.

                     Crows begin each day with a commotion.

                           Last night’s porch light casualties.

              Wanted for questioning regarding an eaten garden.

                         A beautiful morning then – snagged!

                                   Freeze – don’t flinch, or else.

                                        Hidden in plain sight.

               Glass is a solid letting through light.  Such a puzzle.

                              The Class of 2015 just hatched.

                                  Shark of the insect world.


©  Tom Taylor

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