Almonds and puppies

The almond’s fall is here
In the corner of the road
Underwhelmed by drab
Declarations by plastics .

Almonds are sun’s eyes
Falling bits about leaves
And litter of puppies left
By a dog in the last love.

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Trespassers highly prosecuted

Rain sleeps on dreams diffused
For want of electricity in wires.
Wires are emptied of electricity
Due to rain itself , rain’s worms,
Travelling on private rain tracks
In a royal finery, pearls and all.

(Only sun makes private pearls
But street lights do it at night.)

Our budoir has fine rain things
Electric in sky,pretty fireworks,
Naked birds shivering in trees.
We have it for our private use,
Trespassers highly prosecuted.