the circling black
signposts ahead
rummage sale
for nebs and peckers
tossing and tugging
through the years discard
a golden litter
in death still giving
though some escaped
that bargain barrow
settled on pathway
in swathes of yellow
but now stamped as
transient fossil
printed ghost
of shallow relief
atop their concrete host
not burned there
by a sleepy sun
but made shadow by
a perishing fusion
and ex comrades
green and scoffing
still hang and taunt
don’t heed dry rusting
that signals seasons
fast decline
and their coming fall
on winters line
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