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Gather promises muttered from the mouths of men; the bonfire always burns

Nature wears her scarf of tattered leaves and colors; woven Autumn threads

Perched upon a branch of oak, the murder of crows foreshadows in shouts

Mourning my country, and questioning whether this place is still home

Solitary walk - stand inside the ballot box; cast the hate aside

for Election Day 2024

Chewing on Penicillin spores -

Gorgonzola, we're never bored!

Loosen up, bits, on the plate

Dress the salad - it's time we ate!

for DS106 Daily Create

A slight flash of red beneath the surface of pond; a tail, then its gone

Minutes and seconds, hours discarded like leaves; Decomposition

for Algot

That hour, misplaced back in Spring, returns again; a moment too soon

Cold, as if your bones might just break from the shaking, then comes the embrace