a few final leaves shilly-shally down
like late arrivals before curtain
who cannot find a seat but scurry
into the stands of dark maples
drawn down by rain that casts
tree trunks like dark heavily muscled
elephant legs, gleaming in the rain

these dark trunks sketched in by
strokes of palette knife before
all those leaves that have left
—it is empty comedy:
summer’s wall of forest has become
a vista penetrable as air
bleak as forgotten

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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