Golden Mountain Foot

Earwigs heard
emerging harried
from their snug of rot
sunflowers - a home - composting
off-yellow backs on dead-yellow plaque  
death-driven bedfellows
Light, so less temperate in a rain shadow
spruce saplings fanned - a someday fence
sentinels in trimmings
spiderweb terraces  
spanned interim gaps  
The scurriers told me all
Bare gritty feet
risking all on bike pedal teeth;
now I'll nevermore ride open-toed...
Funereal tender killdeer wailed - ashen chirps
crushed in heart
even before their eggs were
It's always wise to hone your moanings...  

Dusk drew it's own shrouds
exhaling murk  
like graveyard vapors
Written by AtoMikbomb
Author's Note
Some imagery from childhood.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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