Amber-Yellow Eyes on an Early Autumn Day

Jaundiced, calloused, tired

feet and fanning sunflower

petals.

I am Winnie the Pooh and his

honey pot, but the stain of

unbrushed teeth.

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.