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Marking the seasons
Using the phenology
Of motorcycles
* * *
“Pencils down now, please,”
Armed men politely order.
“There shall be no press.”
* * *
Former hardware store
Now shuttered up and closed down
Mom and Pop are gone
* * *
Looking and seeing —
People often confuse them
They are not the same
* * *
Stranger but stronger
The elephant in the room
Goes on a rampage
* * *
As you paint over
Watercolor memories
You weep with sorrow
* * *
Wisconsin winter
Patient ice fishermen wait
Undaunted by cold
* * *
That gray morning dew
And the prostitute’s revenge
Heavy on the air
* * *
Blazing red maples
Alight the crisp autumn air
Burning effigies
