Not comparable

I see orange 

pumpkins, crimson 

beets and wine

chrysanthemums, feel 

crisp autumn air,

but not 

in the hospital room, 

an oxygen machine

drones, an alert button 

droops helpless, near a

fig newton


the small plastic cup—

waiting for winter is 

not comparable

to witnessing a tender soul,

his long life fading away.


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Late summer

Late summer hoppers

   time to harvest, clear and mulch

        fields buzz excitement


Summer evening

   my rushing blood is soundless

         in the steady hum


Last day of August 

    bird arrow crosses the sky

          autumn chill is here


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