I’ll race you
to the bottom
of Love’s well.
Last one there
helped the other
succeed.
–
For C.G.
Author Archives: Pasquale
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Deciduous Deceit
Paid to rob
our only harvest,
the world screams.
Waves of autumn
like old rolled rugs
riddle the gutter.
Garnetting and carding,
scoring and scaring,
Her season’s quilt.
The acorns’ pillows,
walnuts mattress,
disappear like bulky items.
Pecan hulls pierce my feet.
Squirrels’ scorn and deer leer,
a lawn prepared for Holiday Cheer.
Cool
The toboggan sat
Patiently on the white shelf
Waiting all summer
Midnight Matriarch
She’s quiet like a mother’s voice,
yielding in a thicket breeze,
pasture receiving her clear message.
.
Pursues me like a shoreline wave,
encompassing my skin and bone,
rhythm moving her last vestige.
.
She gives like sun in late July,
joking with a tongue of fire,
patrons calling for her presage.
–
For C.G.
Evening
Orange sunset sits
Locust choir canopies
White buckwheat flowers
Wood‘s
Hot afternoon sun
Her white light blinding the groom
A truth of marriage
–
Dedicated to M. & O., may your union spread joy in the world.
Pickett
Tall, hot lesbian
or is he a hemp farmer?
Depends which channel
For – AP
5050
Black house with red doors
A vulture lands on the roof
No carcass in sight
Windy
Blue full moon evening
Honeysuckle aroma
Rolling cat, crickets
Worm
Sidewalk worms in hand
I’ve taken the birds’ breakfast
My ocean needs whales
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