The Backyard


By Sasha Schoen

The golden glow that scatters
onto scabbed kneecaps
from between avocado trees,
finds interruption.
Heavy thoughts rest
on cumulus clouds.

Precipitation spits drizzle
lining razorblades of grass
with uncut jewels.
Each minuscule
magnifying glass
peers at the ant’s
chloroformed highway.


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