#finalpoem from Chandler Lewis

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the burrs clinging to her jean seams
the birds screaming from tree limbs
the sun’s streaming through leafless scrims
the limbs swelling with venom’s sting
the rugby scrum’s teetering lean amidfield
the mall’s lot teeming with bleating bimmers
the fall’s calm cooling of the wan lawns
the sidewalk pocked with hocked gum
the farm field sealed with cow dung
the fern bed wheels in the turned wind
the beach dune’s sand slammed in salt spray
the teen’s limbs freckled and sun tanned
the first goose loosed to southland
the crown’s gold dulled by tax spat
the mud suck slows the wheel’s torque
the frost must crust the corn husk
the river a sliver of inky grey tide
the bridge abutment a substructure’s decayed rot
the cop stopped to eat slop in a parking lot
the fox locks its thoughts on slow cocks
the snow drifts roam to cloak the known homes
the book hums some bars of old songs
the hearth pops wake the doped cat
the bell peel dongs along the town’s roofs
the bombs dropped from prop planes’ bays
the craters pock the landscape’s face
the silence stays.