A Drab Day Takes a Selfie
Is this a picture
of the crumbling edge of a new day
or a snapshot of its departure?
I photograph daylight
as it leaks into the plastic hearses
of empty bottles.
Moths undaunted by a sickly sun
turn carnivorous, seeking morsels
of whiff and wisps.
The world keeps wearing its clothes
though there is less of everything,
colorless rags hang up
along thorny margins.
The earth wallows
within waveless mists and shadows.
All is gray and astray,
the way an old man’s peppery hair
is whipped by an ashen air
funneled through hollow lands.
Somewhere
beneath an unseen horizon
scarecrows croon
over sunflower bones.
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