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Don
Russ
Evolution:
A Darwinian Caprice
It happened twice and twice
surprised him: a little trick of his aging eyes
and suddenly his science sang.
Under the underbrush, down
among the weeds and brown leaves, a bit
of autumn afternoon moved,
a lizard's darting undeterred
became a bit of bird, both brown and both
as quick as the quickened Word.
Foreclosure
Auction
Nature is a Haunted House - but Art - a House that tries to
be haunted. - Emily Dickinson
Like the silence behind all falling,
like stillness shadowed forth, it stands there
a fog of morning light.
I am the one must answer back
cold wind, black water, old September's bright
new yellow leaves.
A here and now is all I ask -
a wall, a door, of ordered words
to keep me safe.
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