Page of Burnt Umber


A left arm stretches to

toss toast, burnt,
from a second floor
window – to feed
wild birds.

Pockets stuffed
with apples, sliced –
bruised, and lips
suck skin from a grape.
Roots of a weeping willow
push earth up and out
near a garden
burning trash –

Steinbeck on booze
a left hemisphere

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