Tuesday, December 4, 2018

                        Autumn


I should clean a keyboard
dirty from constant use
just as Indians once rubbed buckskin
white with diatomaceous earth
now chlorine tinctured cloths
clean refrigerator rooftops
cleaning time’s detritus away
wiping age from my face
forever
so that I’m young again
strong shouldered
not stumbling
so that I’m hale again
hearty
hawking 
as I stride across a carpet of leaves
fine red cedar needles
a fresh crop since the last rain





Copyright © Dick Russell
       December 2018
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