Brief Day Ends

Standard

October slips
past golden hills
as traffic
through the narrow valley slides,

glittering serpent
gliding
past thrashing grass

while high atop the street lamp,
stands the black vulture,
wings extending

massive and dark
and still,

beckoning
this new season
of death.

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