Emmanuel

(God is with us.)

Bluejays
cried this morning,
Angel.
A month early.

The grass is long,
fragrant as hay,
and seeding.

Leaves
(dry as November's)
skitter down the roads.
A salt-laden wind
hints of
hurricanes.

These are already here?
(God be with us.)

Angel how are you?

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The Celadon Refixes