Sweeping the Deck, Near Dark
I pile leaves,
of hickory nuts
into the yellow bag—
for new nut
near that space—
in closed drawer,
Love it! Not an ounce of fat on this one.
Love the images in this poem “tissues/in closed drawer” especially.
I love it. The title is perfect too. So concise!
I really admire the concise control on full display here
“my mind/a windshield/braced/for impact Wow!