Trees In Ozark Flats

a squeel on the tires frozen in time to watch the passerbys a decorated soldier pierced with emotion as he hands out a poppy thank him for his service Salvation Army is covered with brightened pamphlets among the youth the exploits of temporal emancipation cover me through the leaves with cadence of a swell the dealer hands out a trump card black as if a Duracell battery on the radiator waiting to explode the mere notion of sweet heightened laughter prepared for the great here after a silence stills the pottery on the edge of desolation we work words to intertwine the frequency captivated by a pulse that negates a bit of laughter Barren trees after the Fall look in disarray fallen embers pump out its hesitation