for Ann Arbor
1.
what remains utterly still
in the blustering wind
on your concrete columns
2.
through cemented clouds
solitary beams kiss
the tips of her hair
3.
here the tulips wilt
and cover up
chrysanthemums
4.
as they fly
the newspapers crumble
and tear
5.
the autos become
hellbent on
dodging and weaving
6.
in the night rain i see
the dull glare
from colored rain boots
7.
in the middle of the grass
puddles run down the sewers
where falling water is screaming
8.
in the night
our ears and noses turn red
as the only truth
9.
the pollen rises into the
moistening air
and deep into our eyes
10.
the branches tremble
as the wind rustles them
with no regard
11.
when only needles remain
we will stick our trifles
on towering pines
12.
out and about the squirrels
are, burying their
acorns in the yard
13.
here is the stature
that fall commends
when saluting the world
14.
here is the city
that autumn calls
his one-and-only girl
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