Poetry of Issue #7        Page 54

ballet of leaves
       summer , 20019

everything in life
must be written
somewhere…

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the building barges thru summer’s bloat
see its art nouveau sconces, and
ramparts forming a frieze

thru pleached clouds, purple as iris

these mountainous old buildings
in graying light, fleecy w/ gold
dust, are meant to lead us

into a september where bags,
slung low across hips, and
loaded w/school supplies

swing, in the insufferable beauty of fall
floating in reserved motion
thru a haze of hands

and, its ballet of leaves

hardly has time to inhale
suburban shrubbery, leftover
and sliced, around tidy porches

when function (our savior)
chooses us
to settle

inside the dark

  ellen 'windy' (aug) lytle