autumn morning 

ladies with their yoga mats 

glowing along

 two crows

four crows

more crows

 downtown bus

the lad’s romantic bravado

going for a pint

 hospital corridor

all those trolleys going

there and back again 

 no one will know

if this is my last poem

• especially me

 the cat reappears where the cat was 

 autumn 

a tree catches fire 

in a rain puddle

 wasp sting

and a signet ring

adorns another finger

 that fly 

i killed it again today

i swore i did

 a bluebottle 

sawing the afternoon 

in two 

 so much depends on the delivery man

 my dear poet

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