Granville, Ohio #1

Red brick reflects in square windowpanes,
white asphalt below is
more multicolored than your realize.

Exploring bumblebees and a large black ant hold their space.
Tangled vines and steel-gray cold wet seat hold mine.

Clouds and fog and still gray sky above;
the breeze blows and brown leaves fall
as cicadas chirp in the distance.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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