nothing here

before it disappears:

the sump pump dumps
& overflows

the sharp edged wind
slams ’round

like a spoiled child
in an enclosed room

light sparkles off
the shaking leaves

as we leave
observing for work

routine put away

the attention to detail,
say, in Robert Ryman’s

white canvases and the slowing
down it requires

of you

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