Trashed ice
yawns back
from below
dry smoke
coyly curls
about the roof and shingles
oblivious
a parade of
fantastic
nothings
copy
onto each fresh puddle
intoning automatically
a neighbors' television
unforgiven
their concrete bed
sits deeper
under brimming teens
who slosh awkwardly
into nearby shrubs
exceeded
clouds smoulder
beyond this canopy
reach
helplessly for
their own ends via
another unseen side
of earth's base breast,
suckling saplings
root into baby
pine within
such teeming needles
blinks a firefly
bravely on
against
Night,
submerged and sinking.
Silver trophy winner
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