Weather Scene

Photo by Nick Russill

The October sea glints coldly
with its dorsal fin of mirages.

Nothing remains that remembers
the white dizziness of the regattas.

An amber glow over the village.
And all sounds in slow flight.

A dog’s bark is a hieroglyph painted
in the air above the garden

where the yellow fruit outwits
the tree and lets itself fall.

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