Threnody

This entry is part 41 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

 

A cop with a backpack sprayer
poisoning an urban garden—
why should I dream of this?

I carry out a dead houseplant,
but can’t find a snow-free spot
to lay it to rest.

The house finch whose eye disease
prevents him from migrating
warbles on and on.

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