September Collage
SEPTEMBER COLLAGE
A single ladybug dies
wedged in wicker,
is spray-painted green.
Disassemble yourself.
Free trampoline.
I fear I have jumped
to conclusions. If even
pipe-smoke throws
a shadow in moon-
light, all of this
means something, right?
In the dream I find
the answer on a crumpled
piece of paper. It's written
in thick-tip Sharpie.
But here, in the dim half-
light of our waking,
it all bleed together.
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