Amber-Yellow Eyes on an Early Autumn Day
Jaundiced, calloused, tired
feet and fanning sunflower
I am Winnie the Pooh and his
honey pot, but the stain of
A bland buzzing lightbulb.
A salty shore’s sand.
I live as the dead grass starving
under a backyard trampoline. And
as the smiley face on the used
Chinese food bag blown into a tree branch.