Alan Britt

 

 

 

ALONE WITH THE TERRIBLE UNIVERSE  

My shadow
attacks
the cedar
lattice
that surrounds
the patio.

Lamplight
filtered through thick September maples
splotches
the muscular cedar boards.

A dog,
a small brown and white
dog barks
across a dark sea
of crickets
all hunched together
like millions of glistening coquina shells
on a black shore.

     

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