Time is gone and I have left,
my face lies detached,
long stares capturing
the minutest of moments for miles.
A glazed pear
ripens on the deck chair, welcoming
fruit flies which dine on its flesh.
An auto accident, people exchanging
swearwords and numbers, passerby
whose tires crunch on broken shards of glass.
A dog tied up to a tree, waiting intently
for its master to return home
and throw it a steak bone, a glob of drool
drips uninhibited over its lips and down its chin.
Birds feverishly beat their wings from one roost to another,
finding solace in numbers, recharging on power lines.
Wind blows with purpose through the cottonwood trees,
brushing against bark and picking off the last of the straggling leaves.
A driver avoids eye contact with a peddler on the street corner
who holds a sign that reads, ‘Please help. Every penny counts.’
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