everyone I meet don’t meet
hiking I remember some things about them
silhouette bandanna calves bike helmet
birds the beaks of large birds
too foolish to sing poets sing foolish
or write nothing worth while
long view from front to back
green at both ends double-digit August
ragweed brown stalks the chance of dahlias
make the chores last all morning
dusk’s drifts dragonflies roads dim to dark
Friday’s footprint would be enough
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