There,
on the back lawn –
once pure powder,
now crusty and gray,
a lone holdout
from a forgotten season.
I know, I know,
I say
as molecules disperse
one by one
into the wind,
into the fickle earth.
Selected by Raymond HuffmanImage Damir K
HughLemma
Hugh does not prefer to talk about himself in the third person, but if he did, he'd tell you he's in a self-imposed exile on the east coast of the USA, but still loves his former home in the Sonoran Desert. He is the author of Odd Numbers And Evensongs and Auditions For The Afterlife.
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