• Carly Feinman

Day 72- 11.27.20

Winter green (a collage)

Checkered flannel pants, pine trees,

a rural Tuscan church covered buried

in vines.

Twinkle lights reflected over

piles of snow, grey sludge, and

the cold breath of kids.

Ivy creeping up red brick,

moss creeping up a mountain,

a virgin mountain free of footprints,

free of trash bins and septic tanks--

the aged bull frog shrieks.

Cobwebs collect in

prickly shrubs, the spiders chant

in the backyard grass, and the frozen garden hose

hisses no more.

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